It was his love, Abby. Her bulky hockey uniform hid the body he knew so well. She smiled at him, proudly wearing his away hockey sweater.When Abby fir...t learned of the charity game she was able to make her way onto a team through the young woman, Jennifer Burton, who worked part-time at the same restaurant as her. Jennifer loved playing hockey and was very active in her local league. As the anthem was completed, Jennifer swept her long blonde hair off her shoulders.The anthem completed, the. Now, the reality of her situation sinking in, her fear digging at her guts, Lila felt her grasp, her control slipping badly.A glance at the walls, too far, and all the armed men around, meant that she would not make it. Also it meant that her discipline failed. A voice told her that it would be better to be shot by one of the assault-rifle bearing thugs than the fate that awaited her. It would be much faster, much less painful, even if she was shot in the gut. Something kept her going however.. All night long, it was all I could think about. I was tortured. I couldn't help wondering and fantasizing about what they might be doing. I wanted her home, but at the same time loved the excitement of it. It's crazy, I know. I don't know what it is about some of us guys that this turns us on. I don't understand it myself. I fantasized all night about her kissing him, and her legs opening to his exploring hands.She came home in a couple of hours and said little about it other than they talked a. She was all but lost to herself. Naked and subjugated, leashed and thrashed in public, boned to her centre before those prurient eyes - and loving every searing-hot second of it. And in all this she had just a hint of mischief left lurking within...'Gimme the Bluetooth,' she gasped, the first time Eric slowed a little in his thrusting, and he let go the leash so as not to constrict her speech. 'Put it on me,' she insisted. 'You were going to phone him anyway, weren't you? Go on, do it and let.