He untied my ankles and warned me not to do anything stupid or I was dead. I was pushed forward but was only able to take very small steps because my...knees where still tied together. He helped me over a threshold and I could tell that we were inside but I didn't know where. My ankles were tied again and the blind fold was removed.I could see that we were in a cheap motel room. There was a bed, a dresser with a TV on it and a table with a few chairs. In the back of the room was a sink and. Apparently, the pill was working. I lund was getting overheated and stiff. I stepped out of my jeans and tee shirt. My dick was standing at a 90 degrees angle. My palms started perspiring. It was as if I was in another dimension. I was bursting with the excitement if being able to see my mother’s chooth hole. Once again I tried to wake her. She did not respond. Encouraged by that lack of response from the bitch, with both my hands I pulled her saree over her waist. What a heavenly sight it was!. .."Helen's head nodded a bit more.Maybe that's the cue. "Helen, you can still hear my relaxing voice. You are asleep on a beach... a deserted beach... you are in the tropics, and can hear the gentle sound of the surf as the waves reach the shore."Helen nodded her head in agreement.Summoning up his courage, Steve said, "OK. You can talk now. Softly, though. Do you know where you are?"A soft giggle answered Steve. "I'm on a warm, lovely beach." That's right. Where is that beach?" It's a neat. If you’re sure Pale Eagle can’t pick out the one man, you win. But if you aren’t so sure how many men have been inside her, then don’t take the bet. Everyone in the county will know before she gets here tomorrow that you believe she’s a whore or a slut.’ He winked at me. Mr. Evans stood there so angry he was red in the face. His wife walked up to him and whispered in his ear. He started to turn and walk away. I said, ‘Excuse me Grandma. You told him not to make the bet, didn’t you? You not only.