She tried to make a mock protest but she was no match anymore for James and Charlie and in no time at all, her clothes were stripped from her and she ...as down to her heels, hold up nylons, and just her perfume. She slumped back into the couch.‘Charlie, get your phone out. She looks fabulous and we need a picture, don’t we, Mrs K?’‘No, no, not like this,’ and Robin tried to keep her legs shut and put her hand across her tits. James moved round her back again, leaned over and took both of Robin’s. She is not supposed to enjoy any fucks she gets, just do the job and collect the money is what he told her.The customer senses that she is holding back. "What is it baby? Afraid to come?"Sherry, being naive, answers truthfully. "No, my husband says that I am not supposed to enjoy my customers when I do it. All I am supposed to do is get it over with and collect the money."He laughed, "looks like we overcame your resistance, doesn't it?"She sighed, "Yes, oh yes."He laughed again, knowing this. We were captured and we were separated, but my captors tellme that Ahmed is alive and well, and he is being well treated. As formyself, I am being well fed and treated humanely. This is a pleasantsurprise since they know that I am a spy. I think they will want to swapme for one or more of our prisoners at a later date. Time will tell."Do I have to lie about Ahmed?" Trevor asked. "It isn't fair to give hisfamily false hope. He has little c***dren." It can't be helped. Ahmed was a soldier. Yeah, guys are horny, it's natural. Of course girls would seem sexy, and their panties too, and what's inside. It makes sense."Thanks ... What if you were really real? Then that would be really embarrassing."(Of course I'm real. You're the one who's imaginary.)"What can I say? Guess we'll just have to disagree about that. Or, could we test it? ... Hey, I've got an idea! You write me a letter and I'll write you one. See if our imaginary friends can write. When no letter arrives, I'll know you're.