Slapping is abuse in my book and I don’t have to take it, so I won’t. I don’t know how they do things back in Mother Russia, but here, for me, w...th a guy like me, it’s ‘do svidaniya’ to you! I won’t tolerate any physical violence that isn’t part of a bondage scene or something consensual like that,” I countered as I headed for the door, ignoring her tears.“But I’m a woman. You’re a man! The rules are different, right?” Nadia grasped at straws now.“Not to me, they’re not. If I slapped you, it. I was about to break her glance when she spoke to me. It was a very feminine voice, beautiful and light but at the same time the words were spoken with such assuredness it took me a moment or two to understand them.?This is my stop?follow me? and with that she grabbed her bag, stood and turned to get off the train.?My heart was going crazy now. The passengers around me were looking at me wondering what on Earth was going on. I was desperately trying to come up with something to say, to make. As I was walking back this car stopped with 2 guys late 20s-30s this white guy got out and stood behind me, a black guy was driving they said who you working for, what you talking about I‘am not working just missed the last train going to get the night buss the white guy was pushing me ti get in the back of the car he had a knife. Once in they took me to a house not sure where the guy with the knife kept making me put my head down so I couldn’t work out where we were going. There was another. For a moment I thought it was going to be a boring foursome fuck session, but when one of the women stepped forth and started to abuse the audience with foul language, I realized there was something more to this little ditty, she pulled a youngish woman, mid-thirties from the front row, everyone was standing by the way, there were no seating, the two men held her in a straight arm lock, gripping her wrists and elbows, effectively locking her down and inserting a leg each between her legs and.