The two men approached me, looks of somewhat bemused but happy shock on their faces.
"Hi" I said in my worst foreign accent. "I am from Sweden."
One man replied. "Oh, really? So your foreign, huh?"
I said "yas."
I looked at the other man. He was rubbing the bulge in his pants. He was staring at me. I looked down and realized that I was still rubbing myself. A little glossy stream was growing on my leg where my wetness had begun to drip down.
The one I had originally talked to walked forward. He grabbed my arm and began to drag me out back to the street.
What happens to me now?
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