Every time I do this, I will feel them putting themselves inside my body. Leaving their after-taste in my mouth, a constant reminder of being violated..."Suddenly, I am back home. Staring at the wash hand basin. Looking at the drool of white, sharp-tasting, minty toothpaste from my mouth. This taste tells me I am home. The taste tells me I am not where I should be. Each time I go through the routine, it reminds me I am still following orders. Still the obedient... (Jennifer searches for the right. As we were parting for the night he remarked cryptically that anything that happened in his house was perfectly safe and not to worry. I asked him what he meant, but he just smiled and walked away.The next morning, I awoke early and felt my wife snuggling up to me . . . except that I was no longer married! I opened my eyes to see, in the morning shadows, a beautiful Asian girl in bed with me. I ran my hands over her body and discovered she was wearing only a light top and bikini panties. I was. Gabriella and Stephanie spent several days exploring the area while Brad spent most of the time trying to get bearings from different parts of the mountain.Brad had almost a mystical look on him when he said they were leaving. Gabriella was sad to hear they were leaving. Once they got to the bottom of the mountain, Brad got rid of most of their equipment. They could get water at many places. They took lots of small light packages of Jerky and a few clothes. It was going to be several days of. I felt a warm touch to the back of my lower thigh. The only way that could happen was for my skirt to be lifted up a bit.I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if it was an accident or what. I had no experience to go by. I was thinking that it’s just the crowd and my skirt must be a little twisted, no big deal. I’m sure it’s nothing. But then I felt a little more than just pressure against the back of my thigh. Now it felt like fingers moving over my skin. It was unmistakably the hand of my.