“Don’t worry. It’s cool.” “She comes down here all the time,” Sofia whispered while pushing me out of her slanted bed. “Sh...e don’t sleep very good and she usually wakes me up to talk.” Energy surged through my body at the thought of Sofia’s mother catching me inside her daughter’s bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. I bailed out of the busted bed and scavenged some clothes from off the bedroom floor. As I was pulling on a pair of pants in the early morning. Kim got on her knees, reached up, took my hand and pulled me down next to her. I was within inches of Dave's cock and still I could not take my eyes off of it. I didn't know what to do, so I looked at my wife. She was obviously enjoying watching me. Kim told me to reach over and touch it, but I couldn't move. A minute, or so later my wife came over, took my hand and placed it on Dave's cock. The sensation was electrifying. It was like my entire body exploded with desire. I have never been so. It had been hard to run away from my captors in these heels but one ofthem had told me that I had two minutes to get out of this undergroundcar park I had just driven out of if I didn't want them to shoot me and Ihad better not look back. I would find my car a floor above. They hadbeen wearing ski masks that hid their faces and reminded me of theRussian protest group Pussy Riot.I had struggled to get the keys in the door and then in the ignition withthe false nails I could tell were stuck to. It was probably just someone accidentally pressing against me as the crowd kept pushing closer to the stage.A moment later I felt it again, and this time I could tell that it was a fairly big hand, squeezing my ass. I froze, not knowing what to do. The hand kept groping my ass, squeezing it hard. I heard someone growl approvingly behind me."Such a nice ass," a man's voice whispered into my ear.I swallowed hard. I thought about screaming, about causing a scene, but some twisted voice in my head.