The image of that couple having sexual intercourse is seared in my brain cells forever. It has probably even burned a few of my brain cells out. I cou...ldn't take my eyes off of that couple. My dad had to practically push me down the mountain. The impact of those events has made me do things to get those same type of thrills. Like, i'm a chronic masturbator in public places. I have a hole in my left pants pocket and i like to put my hand through the hole and play with my pussy. Sometimes i do it. You can kick out the guards now. I promise that if you don't try to hurt mine or me I will not hurt yours or you." Quite magnanimous of you Sir Shawn and I am inclined to agree." A guard was called over and in one of the other Ethiopian languages said to remove the sharpshooters from the wall and to leave us." The guard was about to argue but did as he was told.Since I had not been offered a seat I went to the long ornate table and put the heavy bag down on it then took out the blanket one. And came in my pretty panties! Then I had to fightto get the knot on my gag untied, guess I had tied it pretty tight. Itried pulling it down over my lip, but that didn't work either. FinallyI worked the knot loose and pulled the soggy sock out of my mouth. Ithought to myself, now I'll have to wash my panties, but I couldn't justthrow them in the hamper. I went into mom's room and looked at herunderwear, lots of beautiful sets, but I didn't want to wear hers, andthey were likely too big for. I can't really help it though. Having a man mentally undress me is a turn-on and I smiled at him when I caught him trying to look down my blouse. I'm such a slut.Finally, the door opened and the Mrs. Kelly came out of her office."Marty," she said. "I didn't know you were here. Come on in."Almost 15 minutes later Marty left, making sure to say good-bye to me while I stood and his eyes traveled from my head to my feet, lingering on my breasts. Mrs. Kelly stood in the doorway to her office.