Plus, he's the one with the live-in girlfriend, not me." I hope you don't have a live-in girlfriend," Mark quipped, trying to lighten the mood. It wor...ked for a short minute, when he saw a genuine smile cross Trisha's face.She grew momentarily serious when she decided, "I'll contact my attorney on Monday. I know it's the holidays, and she might not be in the office, but it's better than waiting until after the New Year." The couple finished their dinner in silence."Hey," Mark said after. My daughter looked completely fried, but brightened onseeing the yellow and red box of the happy meal. She dug in, andalmost started to pass out. All of us were exhausted, but she was theleast equipped to handle it.We had planned to go to the `placa' our last night. (An amalgam ofbazaar streets at the base of the Acropolis that sold everything fromWWF t-shirts in Greek to Lenox china. It also had some goodrestaurants for casual `last-night' eating. I knew from looking at herthat there was no. I was nervous, I couldn't deny that. What he told me, my wrists and ankles would be tied and I would be blindfolded. I would be naked except for garter belt, stockings, and heels. The guys would come in, there would be fifteen to twenty altogether, and they'd all fuck me and come on me and in me. I wouldn't see them and they wouldn't see my face. I'd be anonymous, helpless, just lying there waiting to take their cocks.I couldn't believe that I was actually doing this. Group sex had always. I plan on beginning my search for work tomorrow and, as for a place to stay, I think I’ll head to The Inn for tonight. I have enough money to last me at least a week, between food and lodging,” Rachel responds with a broad and confident smile. Damn, she is utterly beautiful. “A week?” my wife asks. “Why, in this economy it could take you months to find a job and you only have enough funds for a week? Well that won’t do honey,” she says as she looks over to me for approval. Before I can say a.