I start to struggle and call though my gag bashing my ankles and feet on a metallic floor.A male voice call’s ?sshh darling well be home soon ?.I no... realize I am in a moving vehicle quite likely that black van I saw, fear washes over me I have been abducted why what does he want from me ransom ,rape ,murder I don’t know I twist and writhe in my bonds mewing calling for help but the gag silences me well.Eventually the van stops I hear a garage door open then the van moves forward and stops and. Jesse put her head back, eyes closed. I started finger fucking her pussy. Jesse started breathing harder, pushing her legs against my desk as she tried to ride my finger. I kept stroking her money spot until I saw her body tense with delight, and then release itself to ecstasy.Keeping my finger inside her, I put my head between her legs and licked her clit with long, slow strokes. I could feel her body rise and fall with the touch of my tongue to her pink, engorged clitoris. If I rested my. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At last my fingers ache and I can do no more today. I stand and pull the sweater over my head, feeling the heavy wool dragging down on my shoulders. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer. The boys wandered into the lounge room, presumably to sort out sleeping arrangements. I think the evening’s passion had been pretty well smothered for all, unfortunately. That was such a shame considering the fire of passion that had been fanned earlier for all of us. Neil came back in to the kitchen where I was standing, contemplating the day’s events. He looked really tired but in some ways he looked lighter. A weight had clearly been lifted for him. “I want to thank you for being so cool.