“Sit down, Sarah” Dad said rather sternly, “He was only trying to be nice” I looked at him stunned, “Dad he was touching me”“You’re a ...ig girl, should be used to boys touching you, why not us” he grinned looking at his two sons and then back to me, “families need to love one another” and he started to walk around the breakfast table closer to me. I was stunned, none of them had ever tried anything like this before and now this, I looked at Charlie hoping he would help but his eyes were pointed. It all went well, and she was very creative in being a little careless in stting back down, leaving the trail leg a little behind the lead leg while slowly setting her purse on the floor to the opposite side of her chair. I was actually quite impressed. The fella at the table across from her certainly noticed. But the best part was, his glance was long enough for his wife to follow his sideways stare. I would have loved to know what she said to him that caused him to quickly dart his eyes back. There were around seven of them, arranged in a semicircle in such a way that a person waking up sees them first thing in the morning.All the pictures showed various positions of Kamasutra, the Indian text on lovemaking. I was immediately taken in by the sheer beauty of the artwork - the characters almost seemed to come alive. I was also aware that Sarah had riveted her attention too on the decoration, and a deep intake of breath suggested that she hadn't entirely been unfazed by the sight. The. The officer informed me that all the guards would be instructed to use the funnel in my mouth as a urinal for the next four hours, when he would return to see if I was wanting to be more cooperative.The guards must have all been down the tavern the previous night, as copious amounts of the golden liquid was pissed into the funnel by at least eight guards, and some came back for second leavings, I choked and spluttered and had to swallow all this acrid pungent liquid. Not only did they piss in.