Grabbing the towel off her bed Samantha ran out of her room, passing the bathroom, throwing the towel in the door way and running down the stairs to s...arf down dinner as it seems like she has not eaten in hours. Sitting down at the table, her dad walks in and pulls a seat beside her. Intertwining his hands with one another he breathes out and simply says “now Samantha you have not spent any time with your family. After you are done eating come and spend some time with us and watch a movie.”. She sat up, squinting through the darkness as Hatim bent and began dragging something into her chamber. ‘Hurry. We may not have much time.’ Rida stood, her heart thudding in her ears now as she realized that he was dragging the guard into the room. He tossed her a robe without glancing her direction. She caught it, still staring blankly at him. ‘Put that on,’ he commanded as he heaved the unconscious guard into the chamber. He went back to the door and looked both directions. In the lamp light,. In this resolve she was much strengthened by her inner certainty that under the code of honour revered in the Sicilian circles of both their families, Ernesto was bound to come after her and rescue her, and to take his revenge on the men who had kidnapped her. She had been shocked by the rapes in the hotel and even more so by the rapes in the holding pens. These were quite alien to the Sicilian code; a ransom kidnap victim was never treated with disrespect and any such behaviour would normally. He groaned when he felt my tight walls grip around his intrusion, which only made my pussy tense out of even more excitement. He slipped in as far as the first slide would allow, before withdrawing almost to the tip. His next thrust forward sent him deeper still and my body rocked with the force. I gripped my ankles and tried to steady myself from the onslaught of deliciously pleasurable thrusts that came in quick succession. It was hard and fast and I was loving every second. His hand gripped.