The other was as gray as her dress, and disturbingly alert and direct.One of the old Soviets, Bill thought. A doctor or nurse who left her hospital or...lost her job when the old system collapsed back in the nineties. He had read that there were many of them on the fringes of society in Putin's Russia, former professionals making do as best they could, living on the remains of their pensions and helping people when they needed it. Could she have seen our tent and called in a rescue for us?She. Pulling on her arms, she felt them tied tight behind and over her head, and somehow connected to her knees, as every time she pulled on her hands, her knees pulled up and backwards. She was laying on the ottoman, she could tell that. The fabric was familiar, as well as the shape, but how she was held there, tied, she was not exactly sure. Still, she tried to pull her head up again, and realized the futility of it all. It was not dark in the room. She had been blindfolded. As she lay her head. The crowd jeered the High King and shouted their support for Gabrain but it was clear that they were losing this particular fight. Some in the crowd, perhaps having supped too much, began to stagger forward, intent on aiding Gabrain against his attackers. The girls had planned well however and these were intercepted and guided back to their seats.A rousing blast of horns signalled a new stage in the play and out of the darkness came a third band of 'troops'. This band was also made up of young. Through my tears I could see Rachel quicken the pace of her fingers. Suddenly her body shuddered, a sigh of satisfaction emitted from her lips. She stood up, removed her panties, and walked over to the bed. She removed the gag from my mouth. What a relief, I thought, as I took a big gulp of air. Not for long. She was stuffing her panties into my mouth!!They were warm and,...wet. I could taste and feel her juices warming my throat and all I could do was swallow. I thought surely I would vomit.