.Let me up..." She opened her purse and took a wicked looking knife out of her purse. Iwas terrified. She knelt and slit the leather thong that bou...d me to thecouch. She then located her keys and opened the manacles. I ran to the bathroom as well as I possibly could. After relieving myself, I undressed from the stale clothes and slid intoa tub of warm scented suds. It took me nearly an hour before I felt somewhatlike my old self. I looked down at my pretty breasts, the ones Susan. For one thing, it would kill my mom. She dreams of me marrying a white boy, preferably some insurance salesman or accountant, so he can provide a ‘life of ease’ for me. I really have no interest in that. She’s been with many men, and once when I asked if she’d rather be rich or free to live the way she wants, she readily chose to keep her freedom. Then she realized my question was designed to give me ammo for our occasional arguments on the topic, and tried to take it back. Too late! Crockett. She giggled, “It’s okay. Don’t be shy, I want to see you.”Jack spluttered and shook his head. His conflict amused her, clearly caught in two minds; it was time to pounce. Undoing the string bows on her hips; she pulled the fabric away and threw it at him. Wide-eyed, mouth open with surprise, Jack stared at her smooth mound and the cleft of her sex. He took in the sight, her naked body before him. Athletic curves would shame a woman half her age. Living, breathing, smiling – a woman that. Too handsome infact. All three towered over me, which isn't hard to do considering I'm and 5'4, brunette bombshell ;P but they all had to be at least 6ft. Each one had big muscles, chiseled to perfection. They were tanned and clean shaven with shortish hair. "Are you Ms Greene?", "Yes, sorry for the delay, I'm running a little late, I haven't had my morning coffee." He gave me a stern look and pulled his clipboard out for a signature and immediately turned to go back to his truck. The other 2.