Then I remembered the telephone in the corner. I called up for a slave to come down to the cellar.The slave-girl who appeared also looked frightened. ...ut she'd brought a bucket with a cloth. I pointed to a faucet in the corner.“Clean this girl up, “ I ordered. “If Miss Madeira asks then tell her what I ordered. But if she doesn't ask, then no need to say anything. Understand?”The slave-girl curtseyed and got to work. I left. If I was quick enough, I could catch the next train back to Kresto. For some stupid reason I pulled my trousers together in an attempt to hide my dick - in a porn cinema WTF! I shouldn't have bothered, as she very gently pulled my trousers back to expose my dick once more, and then just sat there.Almost hypnotically my hand drifted on to my dick and grabbed the bottom of the shaft before stroking it very slowly... up and down. I sat looking at the screen almost too scared to look at my companion but a familiar welling in my balls made me turn my head. My new. Listen to me closely. It wasn’t your fault. I know you wish or wonder if you could’ve done more. But you could not. We were too outnumbered to have a chance at resistance, and they were so… so strong. We were strangers and lost in their streets. They must have selected us as soon as they saw us and made their move.”A sudden sense of shame caused my head to try to turn away as I blubbered, “I know what you mean to do and it only makes me adore you all the more, but it doesn’t change the fact. Taylor knew it belonged to Rick’s grandparents, and he guessed it hadn’t been refurnished since it was purchased. The rest of the people there were Hunter’s friends. Hunter was Taylor’s brother. Though Taylor was older, Hunter was taller and better looking, more athletic and more outgoing. Taylor agreed to come down to the beach only because Hunter would be there, and with Hunter there, Taylor felt more at ease. “Oh well,” he thought “ it’s not like these people are strangers.” That much was.