Alicia closed her eyes as best she could, willing the pain from the clothespins to stop. It didn't help much. In her mind, she pictured the pins and t...eir construction. Perhaps she could use them to escape in some way... make a weapon or a lock-pick. Thinking about it made the pain less important, but it produced no usable plans. Even if she could use the pins there was no way to reach them. Her captors had restrained her quite well and she could barely move, let alone reach her hands to her. Nonetheless my complaints, my day at the museum flowed right in with my creative side when walking around Ralph Lauren’s fine collection of magnificent automobiles. With the cars of the period running through my mind, I returned myself to the roaring twenties in the way that Owen Wilson as Gil in Woody Allen’s movie, Night in Paris, returned back in time to rub elbows with F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemingway. Feeling the time gone by, when I saw an old Rolls Royce, circa 1920, I imagined the age. Paul prayed and we ate.I could tell that they wanted to be quizzed though weren’t going to tell us even if we guessed right. I warned Lisa mentally.We ate our meal while I talked about how good the food was. I talked about how good it would feel to ride with the sunroof back today. Surprisingly, Paul’s car didn’t have a sunroof. I hadn’t thought about it until I had one but I sure had enjoyed it now that I had one.I said, “We also need to decide something about my old car.”Paul said, “Why don’t. Laying back down, she took Bobs stiff rod in her mouth. Grabbing Bobs hand, she placed it on her ass. Trying to hold the car steady, Bob pushed Megan's panties down. Slipping his finger between her cheeks her rubber Megan's tight hole before pushing into her soaked pussy. What brought this on, he asked puzzled but happy. Releasing his swollen member Megan said, I caught Rebecca playing with herself. Are you trying to get us killed, he said abruptly. How do you expect me to drive with that.