After we ordered our food, Jim went to the restroom. On his way back he figured out why that guy was looking so hard at me. Well, you probalby guessed...it. My skirt was up, and I never put my panties back on. Jim said he could see just a little bit of hair under the table, and from where that guy was, he could too.I asked Jim if he wanted me to cover up, and thankfully he said no. Our food came and this guy kept looking over at me, and now I could tell he was looking under the table. My pussy. Jen scrambled to free her legs, desperate to reach the fence, but the hunter was much closer now. As soon as she managed to get to her feet, before she could take a step, a third bolo wrapped her legs. Jen toppled awkwardly to the ground, and the hunter was upon her. Putting his weight on her already immobilized body, the hunter held a cloth over Jen's face. She gagged on a strong odor and passed out under the influence of the chloroform. . A hair she’d gotten from Nikki’s brush. Centering herself, she began to cast a Circle.Captain Harrison’s day started out quite good. His bitch of a daughter was away for two weeks at the in-laws, and his wife had woken up horny enough that he’d been able to get his rocks off without her whining about foreplay. On the drive to work he got a call. He didn’t recognize the number or the voice, which gave him three names, one of which belonged to the guy who’d owned the Taser. That was all the voice. "But you tourists just don't know the value of things do you? At least that's what we hear. That you're all stupid and sex-mad, but ridiculously wealthy." She paused thoughtfully. "Is it true, that? I mean, that you're wealthy?" What do you fucking think!" snorted Sharon. "Do we look like we're rich?" I don't know," said Primrose sadly. "I don't know what rich people look like. I've never seen one in my life."Primrose finally finished her cleaning and squeezed out the filthy water into the tin.