6:25 -- Kneeling between her legs, Wayne is stripping her without untying her.6:28 -- Wayne is cutting her jeans with his knife. She is screaming.6:32...-- He is slicing through her bra between her breasts and pulling off her last article of clothing. Her throat is hurting from all the screaming she has done.“Stop that screaming, Jess. It hurts my ears in here.”“Then let me go.”“I don’t have much to gag you with except for your panties. You wouldn’t want to have them in your mouth, would. All I could think of to say was "Don't tell Abby you saw me here!" She laughed and said, "I suppose that would be a conversation that should be between you and your daughter." We talked for a while she was onstage, and came back over when her set was over. She told me she was making some money while at college and asked me not to tell her folks about her job. "Stay around for my next set," she said. She went into the back room and I didn't see her for about a half hour. When she came out to. Karen came out wearing a white bathrobe pulled up snugly around her. She smiled. ‘Ready?’ she asked pointedly. I wasn’t but I was thinking probably. I was also completely unsure, I had no idea what to do or say. Hell, I wanted to run. ‘Come on.’ Karen turned and walked into the room she just came out of. I followed along meekly, avoiding Marti’s gaze. Karen just dropped the robe, she wore a short white tanktop and nothing else. She sat on the bed and leaned back. There was enough light in the. She asked if there was anything I may need to make it easier. I thought it may seem bold, but I figured that this is a one time thing, so I told her it would be easier if I could borrow her panties while I'm in the restroom. She said sure fairly readily, which surprised me that she didn't think it was weird. She went into the restroom, and a few minutes later she handed me her waded up panties, and a small plastic cup similar to what you put ketchup in a fast food restaurant. I put her panties.