I could well imagine that life in a Mexican prison would be worse yet,probably made to perform sexually for guards and other prisoners. Therewas no fu...ure for me there.I sighed and got to my feet, calling out to a guard, "Please, I wouldlike to call my attorney now." I didn't have an attorney, and I didn'tplan to call one. What could an attorney do for me? Dan had me where hewanted me, and if I didn't play ball with him, nothing short of JohnnyCorcoran could get me out of this mess.The guard. They are insistent and refuse to take no as an answer. Jonathan even moves to get my room key card and volunteers to get my things while Alexandar showers. I give up trying to dissuade them as I dread confrontation and avoid it at all costs. They are triumphantly grinning when I grow quiet and nod acceptance towards them. We finish eating and while they follow through with their plans, I lie back down in the bed and wearily close my eyes. I tell myself that I just need to rest for a bit, but. It felt velvety soft, and by the way she began grinding her hips in time with my hand, she was enjoying the new feeling. She had let up on stroking me while I was fingering her. I was okay with that, though; bringing her this much pleasure was all cared about. I stopped for just a second, and she pleaded with me. "Please." That was all she needed to say. I gently slid my finger out, and added another to it. She moaned again as I slid both fingers inside her, and she held me tighter. She was. It began to wind it's way around my hand and up my arm. It happened so fast there was nothing I could do. It wound up around my neck and around my head. Then down my other arm and body. It wove itself into my new sweater and skirt so that now I was in a cocoon of mohair. I was looking through a slot in the windings around my head. I saw Lisa smiling at me.She proceeded to tell me she was a witch and had been working on this enchanted mohair for awhile. She knew I was the perfect subject for her.