If you needed an emergency overnight edit and all of the relevant particulars for the project are out of town or unavailable, and it must get done, th...n Hubert was your man. His core business these days was A/V forensics, acting as an expert witness mostly for civil trials concerning video and sound editing. He could look a bit of film or sound recording and tell you in just minutes how many different bits of editing (or none) had occurred and the machine or software that had done each of. Hold my feet to the fire, and I'll take the fire every time. So I walked with her. She led me by the hand, gently, as if to let me know I could escape any time I wanted, past rows of aging houses, then vacant lots with weeds higher than the decaying rooftops. Two blocks past the last house the road turned to gravel, then to dirt. It sloped sharply down-hill for thirty feet before sinking beneath the stagnant water of a wide, muddy bayou. Parallel ruts dug by the tires of boat trailers teamed. Time went by and by, seemed like hours. I heard loud voices again, finally I thought, get me out of here.The trunk was opened and what sounded like a group of men began talking on what a nice piece of ass I was, and who should use me first.Hands were groping me all over, my hair being pulled, ass and face slapped, and fuck holes penetrated by fingers.I was pulled out of the trunk and my head pushed back in as I was bent over still standing, duct tape still restraining my wrists and ankles. I. Nithya chechi then said, kutta, come and lay down on the floor by our feet, there's a good movie on the tele and I want to feel comfortable when I watch it. lay on your back quickly. and remove that small undy of yours too. hmmm. get on with it, quickly. I did without a choice in hell and lay. nithya chechi placed her feet on my face. a first time for me, and ordered me to start licking the sole of her feet. I've never done this ever before. so I did so hesitantly. the taste was salty and yet.