Then one day, just as I was coming out of the bathroom after cleaning it, she appeared in a skimpy towelling robe and pushed past me, accidentally on ...urpose brushing my cock with the back of her hand, and started to run a bath. "Come in here, will you?" she called out a couple of minutes later. When I entered the bathroom I saw that she was sitting naked in the tub covered in soap. She had a stern look on her face. "You left a smudge on the mirror," she said, pointing at it. "Clean it off. For whatever reason, at least one of my captors notices and places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, slowly rubbing up and down. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands turn me over, and begin shredding my clothes until I have nothing covering me but whatever it is that has blocked out the light so effectively. I continue to struggle, but I’m quickly running out of steam, and it’s fruitless anyway. At least, I know what they. And my weed man texted me. I guess he’s got a reminder or something set.”“Yeah, he got one set so he can fuck you,” Cortez interrupted playfully.“You’re silly, but probably right,” concurred the five-seven, sepia-toned effeminate forty year-old. “He came through and brought the kush. I had on these tight, shiny pink hot shorts and a purple cami.”“You were looking femme as fuck,” moaned Cortez. “I love that sissy shit. Were you wiggling that onion booty?”“I was. I offered him a seat and drink. “ “Take them off and get over here and put lotion on me.” “I.. uh…” “Look, I’m going to be paying you a lot of money. At least to you, it’ll be considered a lot of money. If you want this money, you’ll do what I say. Understood?” I meekly nod my head. “Good, now strip naked and rub this lotion all over me. It’s not like I haven’t seen a dick before.”Without further hesitation, I tear off my clothes down to my boxer briefs and make my way over to her.“Uhh, are you forgetting something?” she.