My clothes didnt last nearly as long as poor Jens did when she was forced to crowd surf. The hands grabbed at my cowboy boots and they were gone in no...time. Pulled right off. The sea of hands continued up my tanned firm legs like a wave. Some squeezing others massaging me. I didnt know how many people tugged and grabbed at my shorts. I heard guys screaming that they wanted to see that sweet ass under the denim. I was on the big video screen. I tried to hold on to my shorts but too many hands. I stop at the kitchen sink and drink as much water as I can. Then I go to the garage, get in Kadir’s expensive Audi and go for a little joy ride.I return from the store a little while later. A few stores. I had quite a list. I got some weird looks but whatever. I stash the stuff in a closet and then walk back outside the house. And I keep walking. And walking. After probably a few full miles, I leave Kadir with no phone and no idea how he got there. This should keep him out of the way for a. She was naked her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them up. Her slim body tanned with no white bits showing a triangle of pubic hair trimmed above her pussy. The next photo was her on a bed with her bent over so her bum was to the camera. Her hands pulling her arse cheeks wide apart, her pussy lips slightly apart to see her love hole and clit. The last photo was of her face up on the bed, her legs high in the air and wide apart. She was pleasuring herself with a pink vibrator resting it. She felt shaky, confused and off balance. No matter how she tried, she couldn't make sense out of any of this. It was as if some time in the recent past, she'd lost the ability to form thoughts, all her actions since then had been based on emotions. She remembered coming into the bar upstairs, feeling happy, and smiling at the nice man who offered to buy her a drink, but had no idea how she got here. She remembered feeling excited, and a little frightened, as she got up and allowed him to show.