I obeyed. I went to the bathroom and fixed my hair and makeup in hopes of making myself irresistible to him. By the time I had readied myself, I had a...ready finished my cup. I walked out of the bathroom to find him lying across the bed, naked with a camera in hand. I poured myself another cup and asked what he was doing. He informed me that he had wanted to document, especially the way I looked in the red nightgown. I agreed to model the gown for him and let him direct me into all kinds of sexy. His finger worked on her clit and Joyce had to fight hard not to show any reaction to the stimulation. Then Joyce was put back in her cell and given a towel. She dried herself and then wrapped the towel around her naked body but the towel was quickly yanked away from her. It had been dark for several hours when one of the soldiers came to her cell with his cock out in his hand. She had a hard time understanding him but he said that if she would bend over and put her ass against the bars he. Are you okay?" "Oh, I'll be fine," she replied. From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that something happened with the delivery boy. "I've never had that happen quite so blatantly. The delivery boy was a girl, a very attractive girl. The whole time at the door she stared at my tits. I had to practically hold her hand to give her the money, she was so fixated on them." "Well, you do have an impressive set of boobs," I told her. "I'm sure that you have had plenty of men and women check them. Piercing blue eyes. Eyes are important I think. "Shall we sit over there?" he said pointing to a semi circular booth on one side of the bar. The hotel bar was modern but anonymous, glass, chrome and black leather; a tea light on every table. I shuffled in, he slid in beside me, a little closer than I was expecting. The waiter wandered over to our table, I pondered momentarily on how many times he had witnessed this scenario being played out. Neil delicately touched my knee with his hand. "What.