She felt a cunning and a connivance. She pondered it for a bit and came out with, 'OK. OK, but not in the trunk. Not in the trunk of my car.' ... So wasn't that sweet? She never thought I had my own specialized transport van, with the windowless rear, secure compartment. She thought she'd get to sit in the front seat of her own car and see the sights as we drove around. Fuck and shit did that bitch have no idea about serial, sexual kidnappers. 'OK. Fair enough, not in. The photos showed him dressed in a frilly pink maid’s outfit cleaning Sarah’s apartment, but after Sarah explained the ins and outs of both her profession and her relationship with David, Vanessa started to come around to the idea of having a slave. The following night they arranged to get together and have David serve them. Obviously they declined to warn David, and he was shocked when Vanessa walked in to find him gagged, plugged, chastised, and kneeling in the corner. Vanessa played her part. At the end of the first period, Florida was winning by 11 points and I bought him a drink. As we toasted each other I turned toward him again and made sure that my skirt rode up a bit and my stocking tops and garter belt were showing and he definitely noticed and did not know whether to look at my legs or my tits thru the sheer blouse. He then said that I was one sexy woman and I said thank you and leaned toward him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now I was acting as though I was starting. This clusterfuck carried on for ten, twenty minutes before one set of bloated balls after another finally sprayed, spewed, dumped, shot, unloaded, unleashed, unclogged, jizzed, spunked, and relinquished their respective torrents. I was dizzy now, unsure how well I would hold out against the other 10 studs that still remained, not to mention the 15 or so who had gotten it back up. This could finally be me biting off more than I could chew, suck, or swallow. I was still blinking through a sheen.