Oh my poor baby." She clutched her lost lover tight against her."I was kidnapped. You were there, because you were kidnapped too."After you escaped I ...as knocked out. When I regained consciousness I was in a back room of a bar in Tijuana. They kept me there and fed me tortillas and beans and some awful tasting stuff they called 'cabeza.' Today they let me go.Rachel shuddered, "Oh, nasty. You were fed pig brains. I tasted them once."Claude ignored the interruption, "All I got to keep was my. Standing at over six foot tall Nick Goodfellow did not live up to hisname. His head was devoid of hair and covered in Celtic design tattoos,as were his chest and arms. His muscles flexed as he moved and Saminstinctively stepped away from the door."You're not being very cooperative here Sam," said Jon, a bored look onhis face. "I was kind of hoping that you'd be a bit more agreeable. Myman Nick here, well, I think he wants you to carry on fighting. He doeslike fighting does our Nick, don't you?". As John predicted, being confronted by the extremes of her life produced some kind of effect in her head that had her bouncing back and forth like a ping pong ball. Ronny noticed it right away. She was more eager than ever to put on the kinky fetish outfits he and Rick brought over. One night, he showed up with a thick, black rubber dildo and an ass plug. She nearly ripped them out of his hands and tried to shove both of them up her ass before he even had his pants off. She tried all different. Soon Bob wrapped his arms around her waist, and her hips and slid to the floor. One of the others had thrown a pillow down for her to put under her hips, and she made good use of it. A quarter turn was all it took. The pillow made the difference, if any were needed. Her legs went wide, so everyone saw his penis going into her for the second time, and as he was raised high enough, marveled at the way her pussy clung to him as he withdrew from her. They had known she was tight, but this was the.