"How does it feel", I queried, sitting down beside her, seeing her crotch and inner upper thighs wet started me off."I'm on my periods", she replied, ...hey all smell it on you, "something boys can't do", and besides, "they make you cum better", that conclusion I clearly saw during this interaction, she looked like she was going to cum right there and then.I watched breathlessly as she reached down to the knickers whist on her back and pushed them free from her hips. She was hairy but that only. Her abductor got in behindthe wheel and started off. Corri lay on the cargo floor, paralyzed with fear. She was not able to move at all. The ropes were very tight. Shewas desperately trying to breathe in enough air through her nose but itwas difficult as her quivering body gasped for more oxygen. She was a prisoner. And as bad as her situation was, she was afraid that it wasonly going to get worse. Much worse.The ride took twenty minutes but for the hapless girl it seemed muchlonger. The driver. I already mentioned in my previous story that I am not completely gay but I have supported and enjoyed some gay activities.One day I took my bike and went to service center. They told that it will take more than 3 hours and request me to wait there. So I planned to watch a movie from the small theater near to that service center. As it was a weekday and also it is not a famous theater I can see only few peoples inside the theater. I took balcony ticket. It was a Malayalam movie. I surprised. "So tight! I never thought the mayor's daughter would be such a whore!" What?" someone yelled."Don't you all recognize the pride of Paris," Jake chuckled, pumping inside me faster. "She's the Mayor's precious daughter. What a fuckin' slut she is!" Yes, yes!" Another man stood on the other side of the table, and I reached out, stroking his throbbing cock."Give it to me!" I moaned, licking my lips. "I need your worship!" Fuck, yeah!" he exclaimed."The fuck you doin', Marv!" a shrill woman.