How much had Laura told her? Nadine watched me, a confident look on her face."What did Laura send me for Christmas when I was in Korea?" I asked, thin...ing that if she knew the answer I would be convinced that Laura had told her everything, including our true relationship.Without hesitation Nadine told me about the subscription to Playboy and the wrapped package containing the panties Laura had worn when we did Mary Ann. "The paper was silver with little Santa Clauses," she added with a smug. I ran my hand down to your ass and pushed firmly as I pressed my thigh into you and I was rewarded with the most incredible small sigh I had ever heard as I felt you grind. And suddenly you weren’t dancing anymore: you were dry fucking my thigh in the middle of the floor. The crowd was large. Who could see what was happening? I don’t know, and I really didn’t care. Your arms were wrapped around me, holding me close, as I had one arm holding you close to me while with the other hand I kept a. What was really tormenting my soul however was the thought of Consuelo doing God knows what with my husband. I was less afraid of El jefe than I was of Consuelo. The next morning I had to suck off El Jefe’s morning wood. Obviously I had to swallow. Later, one of his men cooked breakfast but I had to eat from a bowl on the floor while on all fours. I felt beyond humiliated as I ate with my mouth in the bowl, like a dog. I had been ordered to eat that way and I knew better than to disobey. I. Seeing me, she gave a whimper of recognition.I bent down and unfastened the ratchet on her gag. Even with the wire frame removed her mouth stayed open as though her jaws were locked wide. I took the nipple clamps off. She gave a sharp, animal-like, cry in the back of her throat as the blood started to rush back and feeling returned in a wave of pain. Minutes went by before she regained the use of the muscles that allowed her to talk."Th, th, thank you," she stammered, hardly able to form the.