"The men in the bar all laughed. "Lets start your education right now," said Juan. He ripped off Susan's tee-shirt with one pull of his strong arms. T...en he pushed her shorts down without undoing them. He pushed so hard that her panties went down with the shorts. Juan spun Susan around so that she was facing the room of leering men and unsnapped her bra. He forcefully pulled the bra away, picked up Susan and sat her on the bar. The patrons of the bar now cheered as they gazed at her pale white. She wore a flowing white sundress with a low cut front that showed her full firm breasts. He stared longingly as a single bead of sweat ran down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage. She couldn't believe that she was in Havana with him. She was from a small town outside of New York and he was from halfway around the world, yet here they both were FINALLY meeting. When they finally arrived at the hotel he had her bags sent up and they walked for a while. She watched him as he bought. I still remember thesmell which was kind of like the smell of cotton candy. Of course, I endedup shooting my load into his underwear and tucked them back under the restof his clothes when I was done.This became a ritual for me every time I was at his house. I could hardlywait to wave goodbye to Don and Jackie so I could play with Don'sunderwear. One Saturday night Don called and asked me to come over andwatch the house for the rest of the weekend so they could go to Windover,Nevada and. ) My job? Find the culprit and obtain restitution. Grabbing my expense money, I called for an Uber. Since my client was paying, I told the driver to take the scenic route. (Yeah, like Apparently has a scenic route!) Riding in Sharonville, we drove past the city's finest eateries from A-Z (Arbys to Zaxbys). Now it was time to check the crime scene, the Stagger Inn. Once there, I saw her standing there by the record machine and I struggled to put a name with the face. I knew her from.