."...to the party.....it was such a hot party...drinking....just a few drinks......I told her....drive carefully.....not our marijuana..that girl at t...e party smoking them...we didn't smoke...were waiting to get back to hotel...Kareena wanted to try something new...." and so on and so forth. I hooked a finger of my right hand and beckoned Kareena closer. Kareena was dressed in a sexy white strappy dress so tight that it was hugging every curve of her young, slim body. The straps were really. I lowered my head as best I could and stopped struggling; I had to allow myself to try to understand what my choices were and what plan of strategy I would need to use to get out of this predicament I was now in. I could hear myself thinking and saying to myself that If only I could talk, I would make her let me go, but the GAG stopped me from saying anything but a few ineligible grunting sounds. If only I could have one hand free, but the handcuffs kept me so well confined that there was no. Mr. Smith removed Hannah’s blindfold and as her eyes adjusted to the light she could see the figure of someone kneeling in front. She could see that it was Mrs. Smith with her luscious curves and beautiful red hair. She was kneeling in front of Hannah and drinking out of a dog’s water bowl. Around her neck, Mrs. Smith had a dog leash that Mr. Smith was securely holding in his hand as it was resting on Hannah’s shoulder. -Take this, she is going to be your bitch for the night, said Mr.. She could always find someone to fuck in the place. Tonight though, she wasn’t having much luck. The place was practically empty and the only people there were two men in their late 40s and a group of wasted girls. Sarah, in desperation, tried to hit things off with the bartender, but he simply shook his head and told her not to waste her breath. Totally disheartened, she laid her head down on the bar. She wasn’t used to failing this way. With her nice curvy body, long auburn hair, and blue.