"You be careful, son," his father called from his rocking chair as Hanson walked down the front steps. "I hear Elsie's gets to goin', even on a week n...ght." Now how'd you know I'se goin' to Elsie's?" Hanson laughed, jingling the ignition keys around his finger.Mr. Allen chuckled and stuck a crooked cigar between his teeth. "Now where else would a good-looking black boy be goin' durin' the night in this county?" Yeah, you right, old man," Hanson said, crossing the yard.Lucas Allen leaned his. Still aroused and scared, she wanted so much to be touched and released.Her breasts bounced as she sped up. Suddenly, she heard a car behind her. What could she do? Hide? But she needed to make it back. She had never believed she could ever feel this desperate. So, she stopped, turned round, and raised her thumb in the universal hitchhiking way. The car neared her, drove just past, and stopped. Miranda opened the passenger door, poked her head in, and said brightly, "I need a lift to Greater. The tied woman's eyelids trembled with a hardly recognizable nodding together. Mandy peeled her fingernails under the edge of the ductape and with a sudden yank she tore it off. The adhesive tape's rough removal hurt like hell, Gina let out a short, involuntary shriek, but Mandy's hideous grimace made her keep silent, only profuse tearing indicated the pain she felt. Her lips remained open as she was breathing heavily, too terrified to speak."Good girl." Mandy patted her cheeks again. "Now. "Eureka," I shouted when the third drawer I tried produced the bras and panties, hipsters, tangas from Brazil, boy shorts... the teddies, the nighties, the bustiers, the corsets... "Will... please," sis begged as I upended the drawer on the bed."I've been waiting to do this for four years," I laughed. "God, what kind of weird, kinky sex life do you have anyway?" I demanded as I held up pair after pair of slinky, satiny panties"God, you're still a bloody pervert." Me? And where do you wear.