“Thanks, and your pictures were hot too,” I replied as I couldn’t hide my feelings, “But I was saying that, please delete those pictures if yo... still have them in your phone. We don’t want to get into any trouble, right?” “I deleted them this morning after masturbating looking at your boobs,” Adam replied. “You are smart.” “Thank you,” Adam felt proud on himself. We kept quiet for few seconds. I heard a knock on the door. “Hold on, Adam,” I said and permitted the person to come in. A man came. Confusion. Pain. Fear. PANIC! Memory returned, and adrenalinesurged! She raced around the little six foot square room, banged on thesolid, heavy, wooden door. Unable to help herself, she screamed. "HELP! Let me out. Is anybody out there?" And,in fact, there was. They'd been waiting for her to wake up, so they couldcontinue with their preparations. They had to let the drugs wear offcompletely before applying more anesthesias for the first surgery. Thedoor opened and two huge men reached. She was using me for her own pleasure, but I certainly was complaining. I felt her orgasms as they came, her pussy pulsating; then, she began tightening her internal muscles, milking me until I couldn't hold out any longer. We both came. After a moment she climbed off me, went out to the bathroom, and came back with a wet wash cloth and cleaned us both. She returned to bed, and we held each other. I laid there quietly for several minutes, not sure how I was going to ask the question that had. As I sat there, I looked around and there was some writing on the wall ... normal bull shit stuff (band names, charactures, etc), then I saw MY name. It said “Mary Elliott sucks cocks” and another said “Mary Elliott is a SLUT”. One even said “Mary Elliott will blow you ... and had my cell phone number”. WTF I thought.Then I noticed the opening at the bottoming like the girls rooms. I then noticed the door had a rather larger crack when closed (I am guessing an inch) that you could see out ....