You don’t need to deny anything or to admit anything. We both know what I’m talking about. In a way I wish I had the guts to do what you and whoev...r else it was did. I’d love to know how much you made off with. Good luck, Tom. I hope you keep in touch. Maybe we can get together next year when I retire. I’ll really miss you.’ Sam turned and walked rapidly away from Tom. Tom yelled, ‘Hey, Sam. When you get out I expect you to come see me before you find that man and make those babies. I really. Which is the least we can do. Right?” Her joke helped a little although it was about reality. She led me to the living room where the two men in their mid 20's I'd guess awaited us, well, her rather. She let go of my hand and had a seat on the sofa between the two men and I went ahead and sat in the recliner across from them. The one to her left apparently was the one she had called broke the silence, looking over at me he began “ sorry I had to ask..” Porscha cut him off, putting her finger. ? I was finding it hard tobreath, the gag that was still in my mouth not helping me at all.? He just felt so big and I wanted to beg himto take it out, but I was helpless to do anything to stop him.? Then he began tomove, and my world just exploded in pain.?He was not gentle, using my body like I was someone he hated and justwanted to hurt.? I could feel my wristsbeing rubbed on the metal cuffs as he forced my body up with each of histhrusts. Somewhere in the room I was aware of the whoops and. Once more you near the point of no return; but once more the man stops. He gets up, bends down. He releases your feet, although the cords still remain around your ankles. He moves to the other side of the bed, releases your hands, even though the cords remain around your wrists. He pulls you gently from the bed, drags you onto the carpet. "Get down," he orders. Already weak, you fall to your knees. He pushes you forward onto your hands, then he pulls back the cords on your wrists, tying them.