I had to defend myself somehow or she was going to be a little bitch about it and scream to the high hills about this whole thing. You do it too. You ...lay with yourself too, I softened the terminology for her to understand. No… no I dont. Elly lied. It was all over her face. Everyone does, Elly, I reasoned. I dont, she folded her arms, staying true. I knew for a fact she was lying, though. Me and mom rotate doing the washing around the house, and theres not a time goes by that at least one of. She smiled and as she very slowly began to lift her skirt, said, “I’m unable to comply with part of your order, Sir, as I’m not wearing panties.” As her skirt continued it’s upward journey, I could see that she was not fibbing. The hair on her bush was full, lush, and the same deep red as on her head. “Beautiful”, I mumbled. She smiled as she climbed across my lap. “I like it hard and rough, Sir, if it pleases you,” she whispered. She settled comfortably on my lap as if she had been there. A waitress named Dottie welcomedBarbara back to town, then took their orders. Once theywere gone Patrick and Barbara started making chit chat butsticking to small talk."Barbara, I really have missed you since you left Duquoin."Barbara didn't know what to say. She had the uneasy feelinghalf the diner's customers were watching them."I love you, Barbara," Patrick said. "I felt so empty afteryou left last year. Don't you love me also?" Patrick, I don't know, honestly," Barbara tried to lie.The one. Getting some stuff out of her bag onthe saddle, she came towards me and put some kind of metal strips onboth my ankles. Apparently they were not shackles but rather some kindof anklets which jingled when I walked. In fact, my feet looked ratherpretty and feminine in these jewellery-like ornaments. She thenproceeded to gag me with a coarse cloth and our journey began.Needless to say, it was quite a humiliating experience. Here I wasnaked, bound and gagged, overpowered by just a girl (yes I was a.