" What does 'different' mean?" I asked.Jack Maxwell was about forty, tall, lean, but hard looking, and very strong. His hands looked like they could c...rack a cement block into small pieces. He smiled - something I hadn't seen before. "The Ambassador, apparently on orders from the White House, has taken it upon himself to move your entire party, including Jerry, Jennifer, her care team, and her mother, into private accommodations within the US Embassy compound."We went along with it because,. I always seem to develop tunnel vision when this happens. That's why I didn't notice the about 40 year old Turk sitting next to me until he suddenly bumped my knee with his hand. I was a bit embarrassed (straight guy in a gay cinema, you know?) With a quick glance from the corner of my eye I saw that he was a big, hairy, burly guy. At the time I was half his age, very little body hair and very slender. Turns out he didn't bump my knee by accident because now his hand rested on my knee. I. After the second drink, Janet decided to make her move.“Bev darling, would you care to take the next drink in my room ?”, asked Janet rather boldly“You mean by myself in your room ?”, answered Bev in her British accent and laughing.“Of course not …silly you”, said Janet blushing and stroking Bev’s thigh,” I would be there to keep you company”.“In the company of a lady, won’t I be so lucky”, cooed Bev“I’m not ALWAYS a lady”, said Janet, suddenly serious“I would rather see that with my own eyes”,. Took a few long paces and gently placed her on top of the large conference-table. She was lying on her back and he lifted her legs high in the air. “Are you all mine?” he asked as he parted her thighs.“Yes, sir”Her reply came quick. It was a little awkward, lying on top of her still tied hands, but it was manageable. “Look at me, Bai Jie...”She did so, just as he finally penetrated her. The weight of his body made her slide a little on the table. She was completely under his control. Again..