I’m good.’ She nodded, smiled and said, ‘So you don’t like horses?’ Abby giggled at the look on my face. ‘Come on, as slow as you ride, it...will take us all afternoon to get back to the barn.’ Getting on my horse, I said, ‘Not my fault I’m slow. I think my horse is broke. He won’t go faster than a bone shaking trot.’ I put my heels to the beast and said, ‘C’mon Dog Food, let’s get back so we can get away from each other.’ I saw the look on Abby’s face. ‘Yeah, I called him Dog Food, cause that’s. The dogs thought it was fun too, dancing round her ankles which were only two or three inches above the ground. Theresa was wearing the tee shirt and shorts she wore in the photograph on his desk. Her hair was blowing out in the same way. She was laughing with the exhilaration too. Bill took fright. There was a precipice about two hundred yards ahead. The wind would change and she would plunge two hundred feet to her death."Theresa, darling, let go," he shouted as he ran with her.She laughed. I liked nothing more than watching a man, braced over me, fucking and grinding his cock into me, moaning, grunting and sweating until it was time to release his warm hot spunk, wherever he chose to do so.He gripped my ankles and pushed them to his chest, the hard nipples and a sprinkling of chest hairs a sensual tickling tool. I still felt suspended, my abdominal muscles tight, my ass gripping his cock in an even tighter hold. Martin put his hands behind my knees, pushing them towards my chest. There were no windows except for the front and rear windscreen. And most ominous of all, there were 2 sets of black straps with cuffs on them - one pair hanging from the ceiling, and one pair splayed out across the floor.My first reaction is fear.“Oh my God! What are you doing???!!!” Before I finish my plea, the three men in back are already grasping at my limbs and working to bind them in the cuffed straps. I almost forget to struggle, but by the time I go to move, both arms and one leg.