One night, my best friend was sleeping over my house. We were justbeginning our first year in high school. We were up late talking aboutsex and girls ...ike most horny high school kids did. I commented on someof the girls at school and how awesome their skirts and shoes were.Surprisingly, he continued the topic of their clothes and soon we werechatting about skirts and heels and such. I was getting so horny; I wasfinally talking to someone about clothes! I suppose my horniness tookover because. Captors ... They didn’t have much luck trying to do to us what they seem to have done to you. They won’t be coming back ... ever.I let the finality of that sink in, and the younger one finally joined the conversation. “Good!” Her eyes burned with anger and hatred. She was going to need lots of therapy soon, to get over whatever was inflicted upon her.Rather than pretend, I agreed. “You’re right,” I said. “They got exactly what they deserved, and no one will be finding their bodies for a long. He leaned over aiming his cock at my neck and came. It took a couple of minutes for us all to settle down, they both disengaged themselves from my body, and we all had a satisfying chuckle. As we laid there the host asked if I was gay, I told him no that I was married and that this was my first experience with a man, or should I say men! He laughed and said that I’d have a hard time topping this night and I had to agree. He asked if I was submissive, I said no why, he said you seemed to listen. From what she can see he is tall and well built, he is in a black evening suit and is stood over the woman. She slowly moves so she can get a better view, all the while terrified that she might be spotted. She should go, she shouldn’t be spying on them, but she finds that she can’t move, like her brain has stopped talking to her legs, her feet rooted to the spot, her eyes wide at the sight in front of her. She notices that the man has got the woman by her long blonde hair; “Oh no, maybe he.