I heard a man speaking to my mother, and I heard her laugh.Two silhouette were passing by my c***d's room.My room had a yellow frosted glass door and ... was able to spot the silhouettes.I lost my interest regarding my mom and the visitor and so I began to play with my toys.Several minutes later I heard unfamiliar noises and got curious.I opened my c***ds room door and walked straight into the direction of the noises.Then I stopped at the living room door, it was three quarters closed, I took a. Then he shook his head,giving me a strangely amused grin.?You certainly don?t look like a Sasha,? he said.I stopped, tilting my head to the side. ?A what?? I asked.He pointed at the TV. ?Sasha. That?s who you are.? He shrugged. ?Or,that?s her body. Sasha Dellinger.?My mouth dropped open. ?Sasha Dellinger. As in Michael Dellinger??Matthew nodded. ?That?s correct. Right now, they?re trying to discernout why the man on the street shot her, and why you ... I mean, Jack... abducted her from the. ..and yet the moistness of the mingled pussy juice and semen dripping from between her legs attests to the reality of the situation: she's trapped, she's just been fucked against her will, and it's obvious this group of frat-house guys thinks of her pussy as nothing but a toy for their enjoyment. Stacy struggles against the ropes holding her, trying her best to get free...but the tension in her arms, waist and now her shoulders demonstrates how useless it is.. She feels as if she's about to. Say hello to Mr. Wilson for me. Bye now."After she'd put the handset in the cradle she stood there looking down at it and wondered just how she had managed to let her life get so screwed up. Twenty years as a faithful and loving wife and mother down the drain for a man she didn't even like, but couldn't say no to. She hadn't wanted to say no to him then. Stan Wilson was a cigar stinking, fifty pound overweight slug, but she would have fucked him in a heartbeat just so she could feel Jake in her.