I reached in, putting my hand on his sheath, pushing it back just enough to extrude the tip of his organ. Yep. Huge. Each testicle was easily just a b...t larger than a golf-ball; I hadn’t seen his whole cock yet, but the sheath was longer than my hand from the tip of my fingers to the heel of my palm; about seven inches, I would guess. His cock, completely unengorged, was an inch wide. Suddenly I was less confident. I could still remember what the dog had felt like day before, had thought about. As soon as the door closed behind him, he knew something wasn't right, something was different. As soon as he clicked the light on he saw what it was. There, stretched out on his couch, looking up at him provocatively, was the woman he had seen in the square the day before, Maxine Connor."Hello, Gregg," she said in the same husky tone she had used the day before. "I'd hoped you be home soon."Gregg wasn't at all sure what to do. The jewel he used to hypnotise his victims was locked securely in. At least at home I’d be able to roast in the relative comfort of my own little domain, possibly with less clothing on to retain the heat. Hmm, I thought. Maybe a cool shower.Getting outside, I was half grateful for not being a driver, and half resentful: while the walk was pleasant and getting some air into my lungs was always good, when it was this humid I just wanted to be in a car, racing down a motorway at ninety with all the windows down. I mopped my forehead with the back of my hand and. I was sitting between them in the backseat. As one held me the other took my hands behind my back and used a zip tie to bind my wrists. They then took one of my scarves I had bought and used it as a blindfold on me. As the car sped along one of my captors made a call. He spoke in french and I was able to understand most of what he was saying. He told someone that they were successful. He said that they had not verified my identity yet. The guy on the phone told the other one to do that. .
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