"---She looks up in disbelief as she sees the trunk open not 30 feet from her, a set of clothes laid carefully out atop one of her Mistress' infamous ...ags of tricks. She hesitates just a moment before sprinting after the slow-moving car, leaping at the chance as though granted by divine grace, a broad smile brightening her beautiful face. “They haven't given up on me after all!” she thinks, heart singing with hope as she closes the distance, bare feet aching as they slap the pavement, face. My arms already miss holding you.” Me, also the same day: “Sometimes I too am at a loss for words, but what you say to me in email or when we are together puts a thrill in my heart and a smile on my face and a squishiness in my panties that refuses to be quieted. Your presence and understanding are a great comfort and mean a great deal to me. In turn, I want to be a good, supportive friend, a comfort to you, and so much more. Everything will be fine - and worth the wait until we can make our. You’ve got three more of my sisters to take care of when you’re finished with me”.So went the next 8 hours. Me eating pussy, and getting whipped with a belt every now and then, and me trying to think of a way out of this mess. Finally around daylight all four of the bikers had fallen asleep or passed out. I kept trying to wiggle my way out of the ropes. I managed to get loose and grabbed a blanket to cover my nudity and ran out the door and called the cops. The police arrived in about 30. We just wanted to talk. She warned us not to come. Her parents don’t get off work until 6, so we thought we were safe. God, both you and Jen warned us, and we went anyway. We get there, and the first thing she does is apologize. We didn’t know what for, but at least we were talking. That is more than we had done in weeks.“She kept avoiding answering any of our questions. We just sat around the living room, drinking a sour orange juice. A half-hour later, there is a knock on the door. In walks.