I can't breath. There is no space for anything else but his body. He holds us in that position for a few seconds before he groans and pulls out. His c...ck is soaked from my drool and it slaps me wetly in the face as he takes it out of my mouth. "Are you a good girl or a slut? Do you want this to stop?" I almost miss his question because I'm staring at his cock. I swallow and feel how rough my throat is from being used like this. "Answer me."I whisper "I'm a slut". He pretends not to hear and. With the others, Paul was leddown some concrete steps and locked in a windowless cell. At least there wasa toilet and, in front of his cell-mates, Paul sat and relieved himself fromthe beer just the night before. The cell soon became sweltering as the outsideair temperature rose. What felt like hours in their sweaty prison passed beforea guard brought in some bags of rice. He spoke good English and explained toPaul that they were from the prisoners' families. He had no visitors so wouldhave to. ’ ‘Fancy a round tomorrow?’ ‘Thanks, but no. I fancy a run more and Emma has agreed to show me some trails nearby. Perhaps next weekend?’ ‘I may be away on business,’ Peter said, ‘but let’s be sure to arrange something before the summer disappears on us.’ The two men shook hands and then Derek turned to Emma. ‘Thank you for a very lovely evening.’ He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek, and it was everything she could do to keep from swooning. ‘What time should I knock on your door. .-are you hungry?-A little “I answered-ok, Ill be right backAnd with that she went into the kitchen, I felt bad that she just got up to cook for me, so I sat there debating whether I should tell her to forget it.I decided it wasn’t worth it and went to tell her to forget it, when I got to the kitchen she was not there, I looked for her throughout the first floor of the house and she wasn’t there I went outside thinking maybe she went to the corner store but she wasn’t there, went back upstairs.