Once inside, he directed her straight to the bar. He was intentionally quiet, knowing that the silence was eating at her and driving her crazy. He smi...led quietly inside, pleased by how she was like pure putty in his hands. “Bartender! Shots please!” he yelled, over the insane thumping of the dance music that was blaring. “Shots?” she questioned. “You need to loosen up, this will help.” She went along with it, once again, not questioning the one who was in control. She drank in the warm. He clinched his jaw in frustration as he thought about the last month, trying to figure out where he went wrong.Upon arriving in New York, his mother had calmly listened to his description of their experiences in Peru. She had patiently listened to the reasons they needed to go to Lebanon. She had asked a few questions to clarify some points before opening her laptop and start sending emails. She explained, while sending them, that she was modifying her own upcoming trip to the middle east. He held her for several minutes, then after looking to me for approval, handed Birgit to my mom.“I can’t believe you named her after that girl!” my mom muttered.“Judy!” my dad said sharply. “We talked about this.”“Mrs. Adams, he loved Birgit very much and I was happy to honor her memory,” Kara said. “Don’t make me regret allowing you to visit her.”Jessica smiled smugly. She and Kara had discussed how to handle my mom, and they were putting the plan into action.“That won’t be necessary, Kara,”. He undid the snap after the zipper and they dropped down her large hips to the ground. Her panties followed. They raised her feet and took them off.The man got on his knees and started to lick my wife's hair red bush. "Oh fuck! What are you guys going to make me do next?" What the did was make her orgasm several times quivering.The men helped her down to her knees, her arms still behind her back, her panties were cut in at the seam at the crotch and the was used to make an impromptu blindfold..