Her eyes filled with tears as they begged him not to shut her in. But as he closed the door the dark slid over her. She slumped on the floor sobbing h...r body shaking uncontrollably. She had lost the ability to think, her mind shut down. She rocked back and fourth trying to comfort herself.After a time the tears dried up and she began screaming through her gagged mouth, kicking at the closet door, survival mode had replaced fear. She fought at the door with her feet, banging her shoulders hard. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address on a napkin as Skippy was paying the tab and we taxied home. We no sooner got home and I changed into lingerie there was a knock on the door. Skippy was like what the fuck they can wait. I said no you can wait go get the door. He opens it and it was the manager form the bar. Skippy said what's up and he replied her to see your wife as she let me the address on this napkin. He lets in this. Ellen feels strangely exhibitionist, out there like that. She loves the feeling that anyone walking by can watch, though she is fairly certain that we had the place to ourselves. Still, there is a thrill in thinking someone might be watching from the trees. She watched my eyes, seeing the intensity there. My jaw clenched, and she watched my face redden. She knew that I was going to cum, and she is desperate to bring me to that place. She grabs my forearms, and held tightly, still moving her. ”“The pleasure was all mine,” Demarcus said with a deep voice and a Caribbean accent of some sort.We entered the back bedroom and while I wasn’t sure what to expect it wasn’t the mess that I thought it might be. The smell of sex and sweat definitely hung in the air, but other than the messed up bedsheets the room didn’t really require much cleaning. I watched as the shlub pulled off the damp and sweaty sheets off the mattress, then helped him flipping it over. The shlub put the fresh sheets on.