But she couldn't stop shaking or crying. She was tied and gagged and blindfolded. She was going to be one of those bodies you see in the news - found ...n some forgotten place with parts missing and evidence of sexual crimes.Give. The voice kept saying. Give. But she couldn't; give what? Give how? Then again, maybe this was better. This way she didn't know when the final moment would come.The touch moved up. Her stomach. Her breast. Her shoulder. It had no warmth of it's own. A trick? A ghost?. She didnt want the young men to see how excited she was. How wet she was. After the men nodded, Abby lowered the bra and tossed it onto her blouse. Her large tits bounced softly against each other. Abbys sash rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her pink nipples grew thick and long under the two mens gaze. Shake em for us, Greg breathed. Then well buy. Abby surprised herself. She was more than happy to shimmy, joggling her breasts for the smiling men. Her pussy was impossibly slippery under. Is that so surprising?" Maybe not..." I said--then, more nervously, "She's not here now, is she?" No. She worked earlier." And she told you about me?"Carrie bobbed her head left and right in a half-nod, half-shake that meant neither 'yes' or 'no'. "Girls chat. Y'know. Especially two girls who've lived in this town a long time and know a lot of the same people," and then, as if trying to reassure me, "Really it was nothing bad."I relaxed a little, and sipped my whiskey."So you're from here. The truth is ... that it's Jack's. Oh, don't get up and protest, please, Jack. I didn't fuck you. I know that. It wasn't from lack of trying to seduce you, of course. Here's what happened. I visited your apartment a while before you started sleeping with your ladies. I saw your used boxers and I scooped up what cum I could from them. Fresh cum, meaning that you had just jacked off, pun intended. I was fertile and I just felt the impulse. It was hard to explain, but I wanted badly to have your.