She took that bar of soap and slipped it between my ass cheeks. She rubbed up and down - then slid the bar inside my hole. That told me where SHE was!...e pulled each other close - soapy body against soapy body. We kissed a lot, sucking tongues just the way I like. We squirmed and writhed, smacking and moaning with each movement. I scrubbed her pubic hair, getting it VERY soapy. She seemed to like that.She then said, "I'm clean enough - let's go to bed!" Good enough for me! We stepped out of the. It was not cheap plonk at all, because it was very strong and tasted fantastic.By the time we went to have a look at the bedroom, I was feeling a bit floaty and dizzy, the wine having started to have a big influence over me. I duly sat on the bed, and I recall thinking at the time, that they had not drunk much sherry themselves, as most of it had ended up in my glass.“Why not lay down on top of the duvet, and see how comfortable the bed is” said Jenni ? Feeling a bit sleepy, I did. They. He would see no one, yet the feeling persisted.Climbing a steep street, he was suddenly boxed in by two men. One was heavy, squat, powerful. He reminded Alex of the doorman at the Casa de Los Angeles. His companion was short and skinny, dressed in a loud check suit. He was the dangerous one.It was almost over so fast, Alex nearly missed the whole scene. The heavy-set man moved forward, grabbed him by one arm and flipped him to the ground. At the same time the skinny man lunged in and his knife. Later, the recruiters, hardened, old slavers who use whips if you don’t tow their line, might come. Of course they would say something like, stand back, bitch, the men are here to take your whores to Planet X. Except, they wouldn’t even be men. They will be magical beings with eight tentacles with suckers on each one. You know real suave and sexy. Well realistically, no, probably not, just the opposite in fact.But it wouldn’t matter because I would say, no, you aren’t taking them anywhere..