She was dressed a little differently this day to normal I put it down to the hot weather she was wearing a white summer dress it was thin material and...straps over her shoulders she nice, so as I went in Brenda said take a seat on the settee and I will bring in the tea. We sat chatting not about anything in particular I couldn't help but keep glancing at her tits you could her nipples through the thin material of her dress as she wasn't wearing a bra, I think Brenda must have noticed me keep. Both her and a girl who looked like Miley got in, but I realized that she was the wrong size. I didn’t say anything, but drove around the block and stopped, and Dave, the roadie, got in. The girls began to protest, but he held a gun on them, and then cuffed and gagged them. The limo had tinted windows, so we had nothing to worry about. I drove to where I had a storage unit, and we took them in. they began to squirm and cry when they saw all of the bondage gear I had there, so much so that. Why is it something we all want? we don't know; but we are sure of two things, it will feel good and it will be fun. Like I said I am no different, when I first seen the rusted blue 89 Honda pull over to the side of the road to answer the call of my outstretched arm holding a fist with the thumb extended. When I first seen the car I couldn't help but think how my luck sucked. I imagined some sixty year old pothead who looked like a burnt out Woody Allen. stiff neck, dirty eye glasses, dirty. And the intimate knowledge he appeared to have about me, confused me even more.Worried me, more than a little, to be precise. Basically, I'm an honest person; Pilstock I was sure, looked at life very differently."Excuse me for asking, Mr Pilstock..." Rodney or Ronnie if you wish, Peter!" All right, excuse me for asking ... Rodney." Honestly I still thought Ronnie, might be pushing my luck. "But just why are you interested in me and my troubles?"A wicked smile came over Pilstock's face and he.