The man then reached into his pocket and pulled something out. He now was using his right hand holding my head down and with his left hand he moved do...n to my ass. Squezzing and massge my ass; all i could do was moan. "You like that you little slut" his voice was so powerful to me. "you will now be my little girlie slut" he repeated.I fetl a liquid quirted onto my ass. the man massaged the oil all over my ass. He would rub crack and press against my hole. He then pushed his finger inside me. It. They helped builld my confidence. And each experience, though hardat first, those initial steps that take great nerve, has been morepositive than the last.However, I am no expert. I'm scared to stop to eat for fear of beingstared at and not being able to escape, which is something I hope toovercome one day. I know I must be read most of the time. Certainly upclose and if I have to speak. But being out dressed, expressing who Iam........I'm not flamboyant or extrovert. I'm amicable. I. It’ll be a whole lot better if you can wait.’ When she nodded, he continued, ‘I need to call your mom. Do you have her cell phone on your speed dial?’ ‘Yeah.’ She went into the living room where she had left her purse and books. While she searched through her purse, she glanced out the window and saw the ambulance had arrived. The young police officer was coming across the street, carrying a small plastic bag. ‘Mr. Mac, the policewoman is coming over here.’ Mac met the woman at the door. She. She and Tatiana went outside."I swore, "You sons of a bitches! Laugh it up and you won't get invited to the wedding."That shut them the hell up (from what I had heard of Russian weddings, there were many days of massive drinking) since they feared my threat. I walked outside and saw Masha and Tatiana. I could tell that Masha was troubled.I walked up to them and asked, "Well something must be really bad if I don't get a kiss from my fiancée."Masha pressed herself against me, gave me a hell of a.