I was being moved into position and two people grabbed me and laid me back on the cold leather so I was face up. My wrists were attached to each of th...e chains and my ankles were attached to the chains at the other end. My wrists were about the height level of my head which was being held by a smaller head sling. My ankles were up high enough that my knees were bent. The sling was only long as my torso, my arse slightly overhung one end and when the head sling was removed my head would fall. A little while later, Jin’s youngest nephew came out and told us to go back to our rooms. As with all things that night, there was a ritual involved.We stood up, turned towards the dining room, and with Jin’s mother leading the way, we walked single file towards the dining room. As we past Jin’s youngest nephew, each of us put our hands together in front of us and bowed deeply to him. The men were standing in a row but slightly apart from each other, and we bowed deeply to each of them as we. But soon I was amused to see my wife holding the long shaft of Tariq in her hand. His penis was slightly slender but at least 9 inches long, capable of touching every inner spot of a woman’s deep love canal. He held my wife’s hand tightly and squeezed his dick dribbling his pre-cum in her hand. Our eyes met and I felt as if she was asking for my permission to eat his long throbbing cock. I nodded my head approvingly and soon she squatted on her knees between his legs and started working on his. Sure we were illegal ... sure there’s a hell of a fine if you’re caught ... the gods were with us and all the bridges were open for motor traffic and all the State truck scales were closed. The Highway patrol had either just left the restaurant or were in shift change. The rumor of our passing became a state legend.66 North to 31 is not necessarily the shortest route to 31, but the shorter route had the weakest bridges, the tightest turns and the nosiest local cops.Not exactly known for making.