“Yes, they did. I wasn’t prepared for the local boozes,” I told him.“You were drinking ‘Mekhong’ then?” he asked, holding back the laugh...“Yes, I think that’s what they called it. Tasted like grain alcohol cut with kerosene. I mixed it with Coke to make it drinkable,” I told him, and now he was laughing.“Newbies” was all that he could say, he was laughing so hard. Finally he quieted down except for an occasional chuckle.“Boy, don’t ever drink Mekhong with cola of any kind,” he admonished me. “It. ! Is that clear... ?"Slowly, Jean relaxed her struggles, the incredible horror of her complete helplessness... of the entire abominable situation returning to impress upon her tortured mind. God in heaven! She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while he lewdly felt and explored her almost chaste body at will... taking any and every indecent liberty with her that he pleased! There was utterly no way she could stop. Cara. "Everything about you turns me on!" Stacy sucks the nipple hard between her lips, then nibbles it with her teeth. Cara groans with delight as her little pet suckles at her tits. "You like the smell of my cunt, don't you, dear?" Cara whispers, in between laboured breaths. Stacy doesn't hear her. She moves her wet mouth to the other breast and tries to make Cara moan again. "Stacy?" Cara urges, tugging the girl's hair firmly to get her attention. "Yes, Miss Cara. It makes me feel naughty. Ally returned to the driver’s seat and started the car on its steep, hairpin-curved drive up to Banffy. As she drove, she tried—unsuccessfully—not to look at the castle as its ruination became increasingly apparent. Thus it was that, as she drew closer, she saw the tail end of a red truck disappear on a track into the forest at the upslope side of the property. It was only a glimpse, but it arrested her attention because she knew that the track went nowhere—or at least had gone nowhere when.