Now the plan was to know what room he was in and kidnap him! I opened the glove compartment and pulled out my gun. It was actually my fathers gun but ...e had no idea I'd "borrowed" it. We all walked in nervously pretending to check into a room. We came across a cute bellboy who had to be no older than eighteen. His shaggy blonde hair almost covered his eyes. I decided to let Christina take over this one."Now remember, go over and offer him anything." I ordered to Christina."Ok I got ya, so. ...OH SHIT, FOUR SIR” she cried as she rocked from foot to foot. “How does your bottom feel now Debbie?” I asked. “Oh, Oh, it feels like it’s been roasted,” she replied. “Okay Debbie, just two more then it’s all over,” I reminded her, confident she was already perfectly aware of this. I watched Debbie as she once more tucked her hair behind her ears before returning to position. Why I found this action so arousing, I’m really not sure.The penultimate stroke landed firmly onto the upper part of. )Rahul: kya matlab hai tera.Me: matlab yahi hai ki maine bhi aap ko vo karte huye dekha hai jo aapne mujhe karte huye dekha tha.Rahul: kab..?Me: bahut bar dekha hai rat ko khidki se.(pahle to vo na na karta raha. par kab tak safed khuth bolta. fir aakhir mein man hi gaya. aur ulta mujhe hi dhamkane laga.)Rahul: han, to aisa kya galat kar diya sabhi to karte hain. kisi aur ke sath to nahi kiya naMe: han vohi to main bhi kah rahi thi ki sabhi to karte hain isme itna bhadkane ki koi bat nahi thi. Sometimes I think that being made into a woman is toogood for them."I'd often thought that too, but the ones we get sent after don't justbecome women; they become the women who were trafficked, they become thedehumanised sex-slaves quietly forgotten about by law-enforcementagencies across the world. No respite for them, like Purity and I got -just a living hell. Then I wondered what happened to the men who forcedthemselves on women like that - I sincerely hoped there was some, worselevel of.