His fingers started moving on my lustfully sensuous body. He asked me to close my eyes and stand still.With my closed eyes I was lost in a new world. ... could feel his fingers toughing my hands, arms, shoulders. He moved them to my back moving along my spine downwards till he reached my ass crack. He then started moving it along with my panty line sideways.My breath continued to go deeper. I could hear my own heart pounding. His hand moved in front to feel my stomach and searched for navel from. My cell phone trilled and I reached for it, putting it on speaker by accident.A raspy wail of "Daddee!" came from the phone and I quickly thumbed the speaker off. Rick had heard, though, because he stopped what he was doing and stared at me. I sat up and shifted my feet to the floor, then held the phone close to my ear."What's wrong, Amber?" I asked."We've got to come live with you!" she cried."Who is 'we'?" I asked, thinking of Jeanette."Harlan and me," she bawled."Who is Harlan?" My husband!". "You could do whatever you wanted to me, and I wouldn't stop you." No limits is a bit, erm - well, it's a big step isn't it?" Tom said nervously."Maybe we should work up to it." What do you suggest?" Leah said, slight irritation in her voice.'Some limits' did not have the poetry of 'no limits'."No permanent harm, and no-one else involved," Tom said.Leah cocked her head, considering this.It sounded reasonable, but not restrictive."Ok," she said."But still no safe-word.Is that a deal then?"She. His hands bruised her skin with his impossible grip. He shook her so hard she assumed her head would break off. Santiago loved it when the victims would fight back. He always felt that he was blessed to have his job with the Columbian Cartel. He got to do what he loved, and he was paid handsomely for it.For the Cartel, Santiago was a “Truth Extractor”. His job was to torture the victim until they provided information the Cartel needed. In many cases, just torture and kill the victim, as a.