He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I felt him through his jeans and instantly had a wave of pleasure run through me. What did you have in mi...d? I asked him. He said I should come back to his hotel with him and have another drink. Although I was very hesitant about going home with guys and especially and 40 year old black guy, I agreed. Just one drink.We got back to his hotel, which was nice and made me more comfortable about my decision, and made it up to his room. He poured me a. I will see if he is available. Please wait."{Two minutes later}"Senior Ackroyd! What brings you to my humble establishment so early in the morning? Are you delivering merchandise, yourself?" No, Don Juarez. The situation 'as gone to 'ell in Eagle Pass and I must talk to you about salvaging what we can." Very well. Come into my private office."They walked through a crowded room with a bar at one end and couches scattered around the room, all facing a large wooden cross. Instead of a figure of. Helva’s almost panicked voice rang throughout. Inkie woke slowly, barely aware for some extended time. She couldn’t see or hear, and she was breathing through a SCUBA-like full-face mask. Her wrists were fastened together as were her legs at the ankles. After a while, she came to understand that she was submerged, probably in water. Helva! Inkie asked her friend and lover. Helva told her. That last was a plaintive wail. Inkie responded. Helva continued. If she hadn’t been so concerned,. His carefully disguised searching of the upper stories revealed nothing obvious. Perhaps she was already absent on business, or as equally likely she was enjoying the early morning thrusting of one of the favourite males. His very existence depended on her, and since coming into her service, half a life-time ago, self-preservation had taught him how to organise his thoughts and tastes to fit in with his brief. For example, his pride and his testosterone absorbed mind never consciously focused.