It sounded empty.Then we stopped. He pushed a button. I heard a familiar ding then metal groaning like ... Elevator doors opened. He shoved me inside,...the elevator car shifting slightly. He pushed a button. Then he mashed it fast, hard.“Come on, close,” he muttered.The doors groaned shut. The elevator lurched upward.I trembled as the elevator climbed higher and higher. We must be in a skyscraper for it to go up this high. Where was he taking me? Who would bring a kidnapped woman to an office. She "gently"pulled me to her, and got me onto her lap. Let me tell you right upthat there was nothing overtly sexual going on here, but mom was a womanway before she was a mom and she knew how to get guys to do what shewanted. I was a guy and she wanted me to do her nails for her, and nomatter what she was going to get her way. She began to tell me howimportant my helping her was, and didn?t I love her pretty hands andfeet, and after all this would only be while she couldn?t do themherself. . We were supposed to go to a local historical site, but instead he took us on a ride through some nice neighborhoods. He asked us if we saw any beat up cars, or dealers hanging out on the street. He showed us that these people had a lot of nice things. Nice cars, nice houses, etc. He asked us how many gang bangers or drug dealers had any of these nice things, all the time knowing the answer was none of them. I began to understand what he was getting at. I didn’t change overnight, but by the time. Slowly, still uncertain about so many things, this reprogrammed biker dyke bitch moved slowly – gracefully – across the floor as she approached our occupied bed. I was pistoning away at Jesse (no virgin she) when I saw her, totally naked and cleaned up from all of the biker influences. It took Jesse clearing her throat to remind me that her pussy was milking me like a farmer's fingers and I was close to unloading into the unknown.But Jesse saw my alarm and her final words before her latest.