I walked to the dirty clothes basket and took it out. Noticing the garments below that pair of panties, they were the usual dress that my sister wore ...o sleep. A invisible force moved my hand so that I could take a sniff. I decided this would be wrong and I wanted to put it back, but I couldn't. I took a sniff of those panties and continued inhaling the sweet scent of my sister. My cock started to grow and I stroked it while sniffing it. I came hard in a few seconds. I put the panties back and. He responded in kind, probing me excitedly, entering mymouth in turn. This was a man. I was kissing a man, but I didn't care. Orat least I tried not to. I was concentrated solely on survival. Hispowerful hands rubbed my back, before travelling down and squeezing myshapely rear. I ignored it. I had to get as much of the antidote aspossible. Master wasn't bluffing, I'd seen that in his eyes. Paolo movedhis hands up to my head, his fingers moving through my hair. It wouldalmost have been nice if. I'd be seriously worn out if that happened and all I really wanted was to be let loose after Barley was finished so I could stretch and lie down for awhile. I was pretty tired.I didn't get exactly what I wanted, but it wasn't so bad either. Bandy didn't protest when Jay got up so he could fuck me after Barley finally pulled his cock loose from my pussy. We'd been locked up for only a short time, maybe five minutes, or a little longer, but not much. I was very stretched by the time he was done. We started with the usual where was I from(America) and what I was doing in England. A very respectable older gentleman. He sat down in the seat next to me and I learned his name was Earl and he was headed to Manchester to visit with some old friends from university. He had a kind smile and he was a little bit cheeky. He started asking me how I did I like English women. We started speaking in hushed tones because although there weren't any other passengers around us, there was a church group.