There was a knock at the door and Rhea strode towards it. If she didn't leave soon she would be late for work and bars didn't open themselves. "Miss W...lliams?" A tall suited gentleman with short hair and fashionable stubble asked and Rhea nodded, staring at him."Who are you?" Can I come in please?" The gentleman asked with an effortless smile. "It really is very important."Rhea thought for a moment and then shook her head. "Who are you and what do you want?"The smart gentleman took a deep. .. for every form of resistance only worsened her situation.But are there even worse torments than those I’ve already suffered? I’m sure there must be, even if I can’t conceive of all they might entail. My captors’ imagination in this regard seems hideously boundless. Anyway, it’s not important. If they want to abuse me, I’ll submit to the abuse. If they want to make sexual use of me, I’ll let them. There’s no other way to survive. And one day, when they no longer expect defiance, perhaps. Because we were both pretty tired. As we drank a few more beers Ricked flipped thru the channels. To our surprise, there were boobies! We both laughed it off and just kept drinking. After a few more beers I layed down for a nap. I woke up an hour later to find Rick with his shorts around his ankles. I pretended to be asleep and stared in amazement at the sight of Rick's huge dick. It was about eight and a half inches long and incredibly thick. He looked over at me a few times to see if he. Phone Ann's office telling them that she would not be in and that I didn't know when she would be. Make tea for Ann, who I hear using the bathroom. Answer the phone and tell the BBC no comment. Change answer-phone message as before and let it ring.Take tea to Ann, who's sitting up in bed looking lost. I admire her firm breasts, the exhibition of which she does not notice. Does she want some breakfast? I go down and toast some English muffins.I tidy the kitchen while Ann has breakfast in bed..