“Put your hands between your leg’s, and play with your juicy cunt”. As he pushed her hands between her moist thighs, as tears of fear rolled dow... her face. “ You know how, get it nice and wet and moist”. Still fondling her large breasts pawing away at them. “You feel that cunt...It does not belong to you”. As the midget forced her to her feet and rechained back with the others, the midget smirked at the captives in the swinging cell screaming in anger and terror rose across their faces.The. Many, many, many times during those long weeks of my absence; my sister had touched herself between her legs; while she was all naked, stretched her beautiful slender legs far apart on her bed. She spread her hands over her full breasts, hard tweaking her nipples until they were stiff in her hands due to the raw touching. She had even moved her hands between her legs, sliding her fingers over her pussy mound and rubbing her sex button between the wet pink folds. She cajoled herself to orgasm. You’re a fag!?”I bolted from the house with my clothes in my hand and not looking back. I never called or spoke to Michael again, but I always wondered what happened to him. I stayed in So. Cal and never bothered to look him up when I went home, but here he had called and asked that I call him at his hotel.I took a swig of G and grabbed my phone, asked to be connected to room 2669, and he answered. “Hey Michael, it’s Jack.”He stumbled at first, then said hey and spoke about nothing. Family,. Bare wires and missing floorboards indicated this was still a work in progress but it was certainly taking shape. “Hi” called a disembodied voice from the area of the bar “Two ticks and I’ll give you a tour of the place” Matty popped up a moment later and showed us around – behind the bar was the unfinished kitchen, a couple of currently empty offices and a large food storeroom. There were the various public and staff bathrooms s**ttered about the place and then there was a private upstairs.