That hope was dashed when Rick said:"This dirt-bag says he fucked you over an hour ago and a half hour later you came back and sucked his cock. Is he ...lying?"For just a second she considered lying and saying yes, but what if Ron had some way to prove it. Lying would only make it worse. She looked away from Rick and said, "I meant that tonight was the first time." She saw the look of disgust on his face as he reached into his pants pocket and took out some money. He handed it to Ron, but Ron. It would have been better if she hadn't seen that movie 'Taken'. Her mind kept going back to the scene where the girls were chained in filthy rooms, drugged out of their minds and being used as sex slaves. Amanda knew it was just a movie but she also knew that human trafficking was very real. She really didn't think that was the case here, at least she hoped not.For the millionth time she tried to shed the cuffs off her wrists, but the leather encircled them tightly and she couldn't slip her. Angela reviewed the new catalogue of the ninety day wonders of erotic pleasure. She saw several that were exceptionally well-endowed but she had that sixth sense of looking into faces and telling when they were being deceptive or downright dishonest. Finally, she came across a folder that detailed the ex-military that only had one good leg below the knee and a cock that looked for all intents and purposes like what a ninety day paradise of posterior pounding should include for perfect. Simon’s hands ran over her, grasping and groping and he got so lost in the fantasy that he reached to feel her tits and they were so fundamentally different to how he imagined India’s to feel that the fantasy crumpled like a deflating balloon. He could’ve cried. He didn’t. He came instead and it felt draining and empty and cheap.Afterwards he sat on the end of the bed, watching Dinah smoke a cigarette on the balcony. He thought vaguely about how his wife would be waiting for him. Dinah crawled.