But now Cletus was slowing down and Ollie wasn’t.Auntie Ollie had no problem spreading her fine thighs for other visitors but there weren’t many o...portunities way out where they were. When she discovered, after going to visit a cousin, that Cletus could fill her fun place better when it was already slippery wet, she had to make some changes. He was agreeable to whatever worked, she knew from some fun times they’d had with other couples in years gone by.Auntie brung out some bowls of chitlins. Good. Before we start we don't want your horrible ass on display, wowthat looks sore, here put these on. A pair of my wifes panties smacked myface. I put them on, feeling shame and embarrassment, I kept my headlowered not wanting to met anyones gaze.And this. My wifes bra hit my chest. I struggled a bit but finally got iton and then following instructions I again knelt in front of Mike.On the drive to our villa it was explained to us how our captors targetedexpats like ourselves, especially. She said that all of the women were wearing dresses much shorter than they normally would. I looked at her short dress and she then told me that she wears her dresses that short whenever she can.I did have the best seat because the bathroom was on the second floor and the women were required to drink eight ounces of wine every hour. Yes, every hour. It was my father’s job to collect the empty glasses and hand out the full ones. There were six couples, then there was Cassandra and I.As each. That’s my one consolation about their death, tragic as it was. They died together. They would have suffered greatly if they were parted for even a day, even an hour. I’m glad of that much at least,” Cassie thought aloud as she held hands with an equally shaken Hector.“Irony, that their mausoleum was barely finished when they perished. Almost as if our parents had a premonition of the future. And this monstrosity was perfect for them, too. Modeled after the Taj Mahal, not a Greek or Roman design.