"My god, Sabrina, you too?" whispered Elena.The black housewife nodded. Both women's eyes held for a moment in recognition of their plight, then dippe... in shame and embarrassment."So," said Chico smiling, "Mrs. R, I'm sure Derek has told you but you see I was with derek the night he taped you and your boyfriend in this very dungeon. I told Derek then how hot I thought you were, especially in that outfit you're wearing now and how I'd love to get into your pants. And Derek assures me he'd like a. It took a while, but finally there were enough kind souls who contributed to the few coins that I had put in the case as bait and I had enough for the bus fare home.The guitar acted as a social magnet. I would play at all kinds of places. We, my brother and a friend of ours, even put together a group that played folk/country songs and we performed. That was a great way to meet, you guessed it, GIRLS! I got myself invited to parties so that I could play (every pun intended) there. Through the. Joseph couldn't help notice that despite the bruises and her petite frame, Sammi was a very attractive young woman. For such a petite female she had ample breasts. Her long brown hair was pretty and those grey blue eyes could catch any man's attention. He waist was tiny but her hips nice and round. He felt a bit guilty for noticing but it was lonely being a long haul truck driver. If he hadn't seen the bruises and the fact that he did not guess she was even over the age of eighteen he. "Comprendes, senorita?"Si, comprendo" said a lethargic Cecilia."Now, Cecilia, what are you wearing right now?" My car show uniform," she replied to her empty room"Still?" said the voice in the headphones. "What type of underwear are you wearing?" No underwear. Shorts too tight." Replied the girl.The narrator asked her a handful of additional questions, all in Spanish, while Cecilia listened to the strumming guitar and gazed at the waving flag. The phantom interviewer on the computer wanted to.