He put the gun in his waistband and grabbed one of my wrists. Indian porn “Oh man…yo tit is still firm bitch” he squeezed it hard, “hey bro’ you get a chance to feel these tits?” directing his comment to Ben. That might explain the cameras. His arm relaxed around my neck and then he shoved his hand down the front of my blouse. My turn in the barrel happened at the cusp of my fortieth year. He jerked my wrists towards him…I landed spread eagle on Ben. The bastard directed. Just as I started to see sparkling glitter in my head, something in me broke like an explosion of fireworks. Had to shake the cobwebs from my brain…as the vision of Ben and I sexually together passed through. It is a city that is known for it’s violent crime…still I had no concerns because it happens to everyone else and not me. “No…leave them on…you can keep your high heels on”. Took awhile to clear my head wondering if I just had a dream…a sick dream?
