“And if someone sees us?” I asked cautiously.“We’ll be quick and stay low. Low and slow!” she rhymed. “That’s our motto! Unless they com... close, they won’t know what’s going on. And if they do, we’ll just jump into the pool and get the hell out of here.”I sniffed. “Run away from our folks?”“They won’t hike this far to look for us. And anyone else, we’ll never see them again. But hey, probably no one will come. I haven’t seen a single person in the last hour.” Heather’s voice was vivacious. He moaned softly, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. I bit my lip and unbuckled my seatbelt and slid closer, unzipping his pants and sliding my hand inside. "Taylor! You go commando?!" I asked, my eyes big and round as my hand wrapped around his thick piece. "Wow, Taylor that thing is...big" I whispered, my voice suddenly husky. He growled as his dick jerked in my hand. I stroked him slowly as I leaned over and kissed his neck. "Get us somewhere we can be alone," I whispered in his ear. I had packed two cases, one with my 'normal' clothes and the other witheverything I thought I might use for my evenings of pleasure. I hadtravelled about 300 miles to the client's premises, and could barelyconcentrate all day, all the time I was thinking about who I would bethat night, what outfit would I wear, and what would I do. It all startedperfectly when at about ten minutes to five I was asked how long I wasgoing to be, as everyone went home at five. I pretended to bedisappointed that I. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her mouth was gagged, and a rope was tied ominously round her neck.They locked the door and went off, leaving us trying to think of a way out.“Becky’s not safe,” I worried, “they could easily think they can’t keep her quiet any more.”“If only my hand was a bit smaller,” Sally was trying to get her hand out of a handcuff, but it wouldn’t go.We all jerked and pulled at our handcuffs but they were proper ones, not toys, and we made no impression on the heavy.