.. uh... I have to get some wine."Ryan quickly exited and went across the hall and opened another door. He almost sighed in relief when he saw wooden ...tairs leading to the basement. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates. As he. That’s what the drunken bitch asked for....now she got it. So that was what everyone started doing. Whether fucked her or jerk off, everyone stuck their cocks up her well used cunt and loaded her full to overflowing with cum.I must have passed out again shortly after that because when I awoke Larry had a cup of coffee for me, instant, but the perked coffee was on the way. The shirt I had on was a little ripped around some buttons but Larry insisted that I could wear it for a while longer,. Since it still wasn't too late and the weather was pretty nice for late November, we just kept walking west along Ste. Catherine though downtown. Rue Ste. Catherine is the main street in Montreal’s downtown core. The street has a lot of retail on it and bars off on its side the streets. Another common feature popping up every few blocks were amusement arcades. At street level the arcades were filled with video games and in their basements they had peep show booths. In the booths you could lock. We’ll be served breakfast, and all our meals, in our room. They don’t want us out there. They don’t want a… circus.’ ‘When can we leave?’ ‘When we know.’ Her eyes fell to the floor, and his did too. He could see her bottom lip trembling. For a moment, she looked like her 16-year-old self. Fighting the instincts inside that usually forbade such an action, he reached out his large, smooth and capable hand, took hers inside it, and enfolded it firmly. The bell dinged, the doors opened, she sniffed.