We drove out of town and went down to a small village where there was a bed and breakfast, 'Don't you think they will miss you at the reception'?He as...ed me with reserved conviction, 'Would you prefer me to go or be here with you'?He just smiled, I could feel his tongue licking my pussy as we drove into the back courtyard, this B&B was a well known 'Knocking shop', for one nighters, looking for a bed to fuck on, but the look on the owners face when he saw me and him together, spoke volumes on. They’d picked her up at the demonstration, one of a few dozen arrested, packed onto buses and brought to the prison. There, everybody had been forced to lie on the ground and in batches of seven or eight, police had taken them out. She’d been there about an hour, waiting anxiously, when her name had been called. A guard had prodded her with his toe, and she’d been pulled to her feet. They’d taken her boots, her sweatshirt and her jacket, leaving her in just a white tank-top and a pair of canvas. Maine aapko bataya tha ki maine use nanga dekha tha. Aur chodna tha. To maine use kaha ki dono bed jod lete hai. Aur raat bhar baate karenge.Wo bhi maan gayi. Aur hamne bed jod diye. Usne nighty pehni hui thi aur mai night pant aur tshirt mai. Maine underpand nikal di thi. Aur sirf night pant aur tshirt mai tha.Hamne baate chalu ki. To usne pucha ki koi gf mili ki nahi? To maine kaha nahi yr apani aisi kismat kaha. Waise to hum khulkar baate karte hai. Tub maine kaha ki tere to kai bf hoge. To. Next to my car keys I found a valet parking ticket. I guessed that was from whomever had d**gged us. I thought of asking at the desk who had checked us in. I thought of going to the police. But at each thought, I realized I’d have to recount what had happened, and I simply couldn’t do that. Even worse, Jess would have to tell, as well. So I couldn’t. I picked up my things and stood up. The room spun briefly, but I was okay.“Want to go home?” I asked her.She only nodded, not speaking. .