.. like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages. He ...tank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her. As the weed raced to my head I instantly knew that this was a special weed and I was not prepared for it. I leaned back against the cabbie feeling his warm sweaty body against me, I couldn’t help but notice the large bump that was his dick. We continued passing the joint until I could barely feel my legs, the 2 men had moved much closer to me, the Rastafarian began to slowly run his hands up and down my side while the cabbie rubbed my ass through the dress. I am not sure if it was the weed. "Tell me where I am." She pleaded "Please untie me and let me go. I won't tell anyone I swear." She heard footsteps, but they seemed to come from everywhere. Suddenly the blindfold was off and she now saw her captor. She looked at him puzzled, "Lucian?" she whispered. His hand came down fast across her face. "You are to call me Sir, understand?" Her bound hands went to her cheek, tears stinging her face. Never had she been slapped before. She couldn't believe what was happening. This couldn't. Then we meet few people along with his boss. And with one of the guest the boss told my husband to please brief them about the hospital which is under ur supervision till then i will give ur wife company. I was abit frieghtend and looked at my husbands face. Then suddenly the boss said come on i will introduce my wife to u. Then i was relieved and my husband signaled me to go. But without any hesitation he hold my hand and moved me towards his wife. It was looking quite awkward to me. Then he.