I feel her tense, and my first finger brushes her clit again, and she gives a muffled scream. I feel her bucking under my still working fingers, and s...he throws herself foreword. A gush of womans juices flood my fingers, and I kiss her again, and this time I can taste her surprise at the orgasm. I can feel her winding down now, and her bucking subsides. She closes her eyes and pants, and I kiss my way to her ear. Oh, God, Nico! She says, her hand running through my hair again. No one has ever. As it turned out, if the letter held true at least, I had ben k**napped to a place and while unconsious, ****d by 30 men while tied up, it all being recorded and photographed, and at the same time, as the letter continued, ben transmitted all over the net.It also told me that who ever had planned it, expected me to be ready to be picked up Again when called upon, to whatever action might happen.The letter continued to tell, my identity was not revealed, but if i wanted it to stay that way, I. I'm not much of a drinker, but on this occassion I knew a drink or two would help me relax. I of course had more than one or two. After emptying several little bottles of jack daniels, my inhibitions were lowered considerably.By this time, the lights on the airplane were dimmed and most of the passengers were sleeping. I've never been one to sleep in public, not even on airplanes. As I looked around, I noticed the woman sitting across from me was sound asleep, with her mouth wide open. I. Not really. I just figured that since I was distraught, tired, and dealing with way too much emotional crap, I was seeing things. I figured that the best thing to do was just ignore it and continue on. Either I would get better or go crazy. Either way, I wouldn't have to worry about it. If I got better, great. If I was crazy ... well I'd never KNOW that I was crazy.It was that thought that sustained me as I made my way to my bedroom, turning off the lights in the house as I went. My bed sounded.