?Don't worry bitch, I'll give you an enema in the morning so you won't havethe same problem of shitting yourself, I want you nice and cleaned out when...ll my buddies get over here.? Maggie slumped forward with her head on thefloor. She still had her ass propped up in the air wiggling side to side. ?God you're one hot slut.? I couldn't help it, I fell to the floor front ofthe girl on my knees and grabbed for her long mane of hair. She screamed asI arched her head up pulling hard on her tortured. As I watched he put his non-knife welding hand was under the poor girls coat."She's got nice tits," he chuckled, "come and feel." Please," she whimpered in absolute terror, "let me go." Despite his invitation, I remained were I was, my heart thumping in my chest. He now totally ignored me and went back to terrorising his captive. Using his knife, he forced her to lie down on the cold unyielding concrete floor. I could see his hands working under her short skirt and then they emerged there was a. Hector had silently removed the rope from my truck and returned it and our crude sled to the back of the garage. He came over and stood next to me looking at the chest, seemingly as much in awe of our discovery as I was.For the moment no one seemed to have an overwhelming curiosity as to the contents of the chest. The chest itself did not appear to be waterlogged but it was very heavy. I had watched a show on one of the educational channels that told of the need to keep newly recovered metal. I had even been playing around with the idea of writing a story about the dog who had proved his infatuation with me by humping my leg. However, the thought of bestiality was so perverse I had always postponed writing about it. But that was not the only reason. My sister was a world class snoop and I feared she would one day discover the secret, erotica-filled folder I kept on my hard drive. Luckily, I had password protected both my computer and the folder, but I knew it was only a matter of.