There were beams of sunlight coming through a crack in a darkened window. At least she knew it was morning. but where and what day it was, was still a...mystery. She calmed her thoughts. She knew struggling with the chains wouldn’t help. They were too strong. She wasn’t into any kind of bondage, S&M thing. Kinky was never her forte, actually sex wasn’t either. She never had a date or even had a cup of coffee with anyone, so why would someone want to kidnap her take off her clothes and chain her. People used to call me red because of the prefer to red velvet clothing, nowadays I am more of a daisy duke shorts type with tank tops. And when the summer really starts to heat up here in the south, I start to heat up. I am walking back from the market. Just finished buying a few groceries for dinner. I decided to take a little detour to visit my baby brother. Half way, to my surprise, the sidewalk and the street are breeched and they improvised a kind of a wooden trail. “Just perfect”, I. Facing me, across a small reception desk, was a woman maybe ten years older than me, attractive, well made up, well dressed or so it seemed to me. She looked down at a small computer monitor screen, pressed a key, looked up and smiled."Good afternoon, Mr. Wood isn't it? My husband will be along in a moment."This was obviously Mrs. Williams. I was just about to sit down in the chair she indicated when a tall man, rather portly but very well dressed too, came through from the door behind her. He. He looked down at his sister and she smiled at him, her eyes full of both love and lust. “Fuck me like the bitch I am Jack” his mom demanded. She moved up his body, licking all the way; past his navel, sucking on each nipple, licking up over his throat, finally kissing him passionately on the mouth. She was up on her knees, her ass stuck in the air, kissing her son. Melissa stroked her mom’s ass and gently played with her protruding cunt lips. Their lips separated and Jen implored “Fuck me from.