. making you want to come. You want to come for me, up there in the lights, then again in my bed, over and over."By this time she was once again deep ...into her own fantasy, eyes still closed, and her body swaying in my arms. I could feel the tension in her, but I could also feel tremors going through her as she reacted to my words. I pressed close to her back, hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the steps up to the stage. She moved slowly, almost blindly, but finally opened her eyes and. Inside the room were stacks of bunk beds, 4 high and stretching to the back of the wooden hut. There were women and children in the room, many of them looked under nourished stripped clothing. ‘Is this place real?’ she asked herself. Her mind tried to think of where she could be at, then to the question of how Queen Bitch managed to pick this place. She never heard of an arena like this. Her stomach turned as women with hollow eyes looked at her. She lowered her weapon, but refused to put it. What Vicky could not see as she looked out the door but became readily apparent when they entered was that both the man and the woman were wearing cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks. As I started to stand, the stranger was followed by a buxom, full figured, brunet with long wavy hair. She was holding a .38 caliber pistol.She immediately pointed the pistol at my chest and said, "Freeze 'Loverboy'!" Tell him to let go of her!" I demanded while continuing to rise.She raised her pistol and pointed it. He slowed his hip movement even more wanting to last longer if he could. When she wasn't expecting it he moved his free hand to her wounded wrist again and squeezed it just a bit at the same time doing very hard energetic deep thrusts. He then once again released her wrist and slowed his thrusts again. He then once again took hard hold of one of her breasts squeezing as hard as he could and once again intensified his thrusts.He could feel he was getting close and slapped her face hard twice.