I wasn't going to have another treatment until the next day, so I decided to do some exploring, having not seen much of the place except the courtyard...were the food was given out, the barracks where I slept, and Kain's lab where I went for my treatments.I shared the barracks with fifteen or so men, but the only time they ever used it was at night. None of them ever spoke a word to me as they mechanically showered and climbed into bed every night around ten. After they got up at the crack of. I want you to do it in front of my husband." He looked confused. I wasn't really sure what my plan was either. It was unfolding for the both of us. "What if he doesn't want me to? What if he goes crazy?" He sounded nervous. I tried not to slur, "How about if I give you fifty bucks and I tie him up before we mention it to him? I'll go in first. Tie him up and then you can show that fucker what a real good fucking looks like." He still didn't look sure, but he looked like he was coming round.. The sight of expats sitting at the round bar drinking cold bottles of Tusker beer lured her. To hell with all this religious pretense, she said to herself, I haven’t had a beer for a month. It’s hotter than hell and I’m thirsty.She sat on a stool beside a nice-looking young man and ordered a Tusker and a bowl of roasted peanuts. She talked to the young man sitting beside her. He was English, just out of the University where he had studied Swahili and East African culture. He was polite to a. I was staring at her B cup breasts when she looked up at me and asked, "How are you doing?"She noticed where I was looking and gave me a small smile. I didn't say anything. She continued to massage my thighs moving up and inside and occasionally brushing against my balls. I involuntarily started to get hard. I was too embarrassed to speak and Mom just continued. She stopped, looked at my growing cock then at me and gave me the smallest of smiles. I said, "Sorry Mom."She said, "Don't be. You are.