“Aw, c’mon, let me go in. Promise I won’t make ascene.”“Nope. Just move along,” was the grunted reply. Debbythrust...her chest out just a little more and licked herlips.“Is there anything I can do to get in there, you know,fuck you or something?” This question usually got oneof two responses – either the roadie laughed in herface, or he took her up on it. When they laughed in herface, which was seldom, to be sure, Debby usuallyfigured some. Why was I so excited? What the hell did I think I was up to? I couldn’t believe that I, a respectable young woman, was probably going to behave like a wanton slag tonight. How had this situation come about?It was a late autumn evening and quite cold, so I was well togged-up, and as I walked I ran over in my mind what had happened to me over the past year. It had started after my husband left me and went off with another woman, someone he’d met at work. He told me that she was more adventurous. I grabbed her breasts from around and squeezed em real good. She jus kept on riding me harder and faster. I could not help but moan “that’s so fucking good… oh yeaaa ride me jus like that… ohh yeah pam!” She too could not control herself “raj… keep going… Keep going baby… ohhhh my god! Uhhh yeahhhhh… mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… so good.” I could feel her body twitch and she started to slow down and as i could feel her cum on my cock she screamed. "Emerald asked me:"What's the problem with your memory?" I only wish I knew!" I replied. "I awoke for the first time in my flatfive years ago, and ever since then, I've had to work to survive. It wasa surprise to me when those swab jockeys arrested me, Emerald." Then," she said, "let us restore your memory!" Okey-dokey!" I said, and she put her hand on the back of my head.Within a few minutes, something came unstuck in my head, and suddenly aflood of memories washed over me. Turning to.