And she didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath it. She struggled against the bonds that held her head, arms and legs in place as memories came ...flooding into her consciousness.Memories of depravity, of degradation, of tickling.Oh God, what had they done to her? Where was she?"Oh! You are awake?" came a thick Dominican accent.Gretchen tried to turn towards the voice but her head was held fast. From the corner of her eye, she saw a dark haired woman with enormous breasts squeezed into a. I was aware of her closeness and every part of her that touched me.Without being able to stop it, I felt a growing stiffness between my legs. I was so embarrassed I hoped she didn't notice.Part of me wanted to hide it by moving away from her, but the rest didn't dare leave her side. She told me her name was Alina and she was new to city. I introduced myself and asked how long she had been in town.I detected a faint accent I didn't recognize. She had just arrived late that evening she told me.. I smiled inside, and said, “well I guess we need to get them interested”, “what do you have in mind”? She asked –“well, you need to pose for a picture” –she laughed, “I always knew that you were a pervert”! I nodded my head and replied “so what’s wrong with being a pervie”?Looking at me she said, “ what kind of picture do we need”? “Well we need something to get them interested, so take off your dress” – “Oh so you think they wont want me for myself then”? I acted non-committal “who knows” –. We were so close that she come to out home whether my mom is there or not to share/ ask for house hold things…… She was really a sex goddess. I use to masturbate thinking of her everyday as i don’t have any other option. As she wears very low neck blouses i use to stare her cleavages when she sit on our sofa and watch TV and enjoy that. After few days she came to know about it when she caught me red handed 2/3 times but she didn’t say anything to me except a smile. It gave me some.