.. or seeing. They're fake! Like you!"She suddenly turned and walked out, leaving him sitting there with hismouth open. He couldn't believe it. Wh...at was with her? But one thingstung a bit - when she had called him fake. He couldn't get that off ofhis mind as he turned around and got back to work. Okay, maybe he was afake. He wasn't a real woman. He was only playing at it. But it wasn'tlike there was anything he could do about it. He didn't have a choice.The terms of the bet and Mel's. " Why?"Andrea hesitated, trying to look deep in thought as to what to do. Her little act was working to perfection."You said you wanted to be treated like an adult. I have something I will show you, but you are going to have to be very grown up."Vickie was puzzled, but nodded her head in the affirmative.Andrea went to her wall safe, spun the combination and withdrew a videotape."This is a tape made long ago. As far as I know I have the only remaining copy. I have kept it locked up these many. I...I will get my bag, that’s it? she thought to herself ?get my bag and put on a - oh god!? she thought, as she looked down, and truly realised how stiff her nipples had become, how little imagination her train companions needed to see her excitement. She stood, reaching over her head into the luggage rack. ?What on earth is this doing here?? she thought to herself, as she felt thick rough strands rub across her wrists, and she encountered what appeared to be a length of rope resting on her. " and accept that this is happening. Not that I am given any choice in the matter, of course. I hear him unzip, I feel the warmth of his engorged manhood radiate against my bared loins. He grabs both of my wrists, wrenching my back and robbing me of any support I could have hoped for, making it impossible to keep my upper body lifted up off the ground.I could already see from the expansive bulge of the Russian's cock that he was large in a way that I would hesitate to admit into my sex. That.