Signing it, Tracey rejoined the rest of the party. Then a dark-haired, dark-skinned man of medium height and build came out to greet them.“Ah, Senor... Chambers, it is a pleasure to see you again!” the man said. “I believe we last met in Nuremberg.”“Hola, Senor Gonzales. Yes, that was our last meeting.”Then the Spaniard turned to the group and smiled. “Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said. At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness. "What, you think is all a bit of fun?" Shepaused. "Well, yes, I suppose it is, in a way. We've certainly had a goodchortle today, watching you dolled up like that and tottering around onyour heels ... Though I must say the girls did a fantastic job. Marc saidthey were the best, and they really are."She reached down and patted me on the head. "But the name is not a joke.You are now Monique - it says so on one of those papers you signed thismorning." B-b-but," I stammered, "why would I choose. From behind him, I tapped his shoulder. ‘I don’t think Maria seems interested there, Jimmy. Turn her loose.’ I let my black nylon book bag silently drop to by my foot. Turning, Jimmy looked at me and burst out laughing. ‘Get out my way, gay boy,’ he sneered. ‘Before I forget who your brother is and whoop your faggot ass.’ His two guards joined him in laughing. ‘You’ve spent the last three years of high school with your hands under my brother’s nuts, Jimmy, and you want to say I’m gay.’ I. Her cell phone rang gain as she felt Norman’s cock slightly deflate. Norman pulled Katie’s mouth from his cock, “Can you turn your ringer off?”The married wife reached over and grabbed her cell phone and saw it was Fred that had called her again. It’s been the third call within the past few minutes. Thoughts raced through her mind that something could be wrong. Mrs. Jackson cleared her voice, “I’m sorry. I need to take this. It might be important,” looking back at Phil.Phil pulled his finger.