Her back was heavily tattooed with ornate religious and sexual imagery of angels having sex with devils around giant penises and hanging from crosses....The words in Spanish under the images were faded now into obscurity.She had scars from whip marks from years ago. I had no doubt that she had done the things she had confessed to during her whippings.I was in awe of Victor’s mother, and I think everyone else was as well. None of us expected her to have such a storied past but Victor obviously. I become aware of the presence of objects attached to me. One is behind my balls, another on my back, and a third and fourth on my thighs. I can’t see them to examine them, nor move to feel them. I puzzle over the presence of them, but I have no memory or experience to draw on.The loud breathing – my loud breathing has returned. I’m panicking. I deliberately take calm breaths, slow breaths and my panic subsides. A voice in the darkness, metallic and inhuman: “Hello,” it intones.“Where am I? Who. I enjoyed his feather-light touch. As Ricky's fingertips moved slowly but steadily up my thigh, I began getting excited. I knew I should not, but his light touch was addicting. My own eyes were closed as I enjoyed his touch. I moaned quietly as I felt his fingers advance. Time passed slowly as I felt his fingertips moving higher and higher along my thigh. His fingers moved slowly as well. After many minutes, I felt his hand touch against the hem of my skirt. I knew I had to do something. "Whoa,. ..that it was my fantasy to fulfill. Soon the men were playing cards. I served beers and snacks all the while being groped; slapped on my bare bottom, getting my nipples pinched. I was so turned on! My pussy was so wet from all this and I couldn't wait for more! I was likely to have sex with four men I'd never seen before this night and I've never wanted anything so much in my entire life!In between serving drinks and being teased to the point of no return, I had put on some music and danced as.