He gave me my change. "You're in number six, feel free to pick something out or just head on back. Have fun, and be courteous, clean up if you make a ...ess please," he said kindly.I walked behind the curtain and looked down the hall. There were seven booths to my right and five on the left. I walked down the hall to my booth, three out of the seven booths on my side and two more on the other were in use. The faint glow of the video screen lighting shining out under the curtain clearance.A guy. I wanted to see it, taste it. Feel it inside me—anywhere inside me. That pole of his made me wet between my thighs.I got up, then sat in his lap, my hips astride him. I undid the vest, then his shirt. Now I had access to his chest. It was covered in sparse hair. I leaned forward and took a light lick at his nipple, making him moan softly. That made me happy. I wanted to sing my joy to the sea, the land, the sky. But I had other things I wanted to do. His chest felt firm and secure, not soft and. She had to. She could not yield to this man and his mouth. But she knew she was close to the point of surrendering, could not hold out much longer. She was breathing harder and she felt that her right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. Sameera made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept her hands on Nikhil's shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing she had no real chance of getting him off of her nipple. Her heart was beating wildly. She shook her head back and forth. Jessica and Samantha took several CDs and left, telling me not to go anywhere before they came back.About 3:00 PM, they returned. As Samantha put my CDs back into my drawer, Jessica began to tell me what they planned to do with me. "Your CDs gave us some great ideas." She started, "You will be our slave. You will remain our slave until such time, if there ever is such a time, as we decide to set you free. If you offer any resistance, we will give the pictures Samantha took of you assaulting me,.