I pound on the door till my fists hurt and cry hard.Not knowing what to do I go and sit on the edge of the bed and cover my face and cry again. Wait a...second, the man called me Cassidy. He knew my name. But how? He knows me. But how? He kidnapped me. But why? What is he gonna do with me? What would happen to me? I cry a new set of hot tears. “Oh please don’t cry love. Everything is fine now. One minute.” I see my kidnapper near the door. He enters the room and shuts the door before entering. Mary was a short blond with size C cups and just a real sexy attitude. Everytime you were with her she oozed sexuality, so I liked being out with her too. Her boyfriend Mike was a little taller than her with a real quick wit. We had a nice dinner then went back to their apartment for a few beers. We lived close by so if we got too hammered we figured we could walk. After a few beers the girls decided that we should play strip poker. Sounded like fun, so we set up the rules and started to play.. ..In my fantasies, she and I had done all kinds of things together. In reallife ... we had never exchanged a word. On the odd occasion I had seenher in the street, I had been too shy even to catch her eye, much lesstalk.But as I worried now about whether she might have caught my eye instead,a sharp crack on the glass took me back to the window I had recentlyvacated. I looked out, wondering if a bird might have flown into it. Buta movement below caught my attention. Down in the neighbours'. Ok….. I crawled up onto the foot of her bed and began rubbing her legs again. I shifted her nightgown up even more until I could reach her panties. Carefully I slipped them off of her. Oh this was too great. I looked up at her face. She was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. Ok. Now you just lay there and let me do all the work. This is going to be a lot of fun and you are going to like it a lot. She nodded her head. Slowly I started rubbing the outside of her pussy lips. Her legs.