The men came toward her, she cringed and tried to back up, but she knew there was no escape. She wondered what the man meant by She’ll do, what she ...ould do for. She could guess, and it frightened her. She feared pain, and she didn’t want to be hurt, and though she was highly sexual and always aroused, she didn’t relish the idea of being raped, except in fantasy where she liked it very much. Each man gripped an upper arm, and they walked her out of the house and into a pickup truck, sandwiched. What I saw as she opened the door, was mesmerizing. The temptress was in her element, with her voluptuous wet body wrapped tightly in a yellow towel, worn very low over her breasts. Difficult as it was to take my eyes of the inviting cleavage formed by those exceedingly exposed wet-melons of love, I was able to rob glances of her towel-clung thighs, that looked extremely sexy above the long exposed part of her beautiful legs. More than moments passed before she spoke, “Sorry dear…sorry for. After the last girl was done, you could hear lots of loud breathing and whimpering in the room, and looking around all the upturned asses were beet red. The guys than put blindfolds on each of us and reminded us that any speaking would mean more punishment for us all. I than heard the guys leave the room and head upstairs to the living room where there was food and drink. We could hear them talking and laughing, but our room was so quiet that all you could hear was the other girls breathing.. I buried my nose, thereafter, in a book, while Tess was surfing the 'Net. Kim read the "Fri-Sat-Sun" edition of USA Today, which, at that point in time, was already 36 hours old. Oh, well.I thought maybe Tess would bring up the promised recital of her history -- her theory of what caused her exhibitionist streak. Maybe she was waiting for me to ask her to continue the story.I still felt that it would be better to let Tess do the deciding, about when the time was right."I found out who the.