"Yeah, what do you want? It's a little early to have your fortunetold." Her voice was a little sultry. I could imagine that when she wasfully awake an... dolled up, she was probably quite attractive and lookedevery bit the part of a fortuneteller."Uh...sorry to bother you," I said quickly. "We were looking for theother fortuneteller - the Indian one."She frowned. "What Indian? You kids been smoking the funny stuff?There's barely enough business in these little towns for me, let aloneanother. ... one!!"Eyes shutting tightly and mouth pulling up into a smile, you squeeze his cock between your walls with all the strength you can muster, hands clenching into happy fists and shaking around in the air beside your head as you rest forward on your elbows. You feel his hips pull back, inching his dick the first few centimetres out of you.... then stop.His hands start gently pushing on your hips, to help him with the extraction process, but he doesn't have any luck there either. W-wait,. "Especially women." Sam shrugged. "It seems to have made me irresistible."Cameron laughed. He didn't mean to, but the idea of his best friend as some kind of supernatural Don Juan struck him as hysterically funny."You're kidding, right?" he asked, when Sam didn't join in, but just watched him patiently."Nope," Sam said. "But I don't blame you for thinking that it's funny. I probably would, too."Cameron shook his head. "Look... you're talking about you and Gina, right?" Not *just* Gina," Sam. This was a painful position to be hung in and the cutting away of the man's clothes heightened his fear so much that he pissed and shit on himself, despite just having made a trip to the john.The Ghost pulled off the gag and said, "I know that you are a low figure in the Rabbit organization, but you do know something I want to hear. Tell me the name of your boss and where to find him and I will let you go." I can't do that. They'll cut off the tip of my tongue if I tell you anything." Think.