That he didn't think of it excited her even more. Shegrinned and started moving.Danny felt like he was being operated on, as if he was some kind ofina...imate object, with no will of his own. She held him firmly by thehips and he felt despair and horniness at the same time at the thoughtthat there was nothing he could do but take it. Sandra started to fastenthe pace and Danny felt her balls hitting his soft butt. There was afeeling he never thought he would feel. And it reminded him that now. It won’t make a whit of difference in how I love you.” “Well,” she said, “that day when the elevator was broken, I saw you at your door. I thought, ‘There’s that nice guy. Wonder if he’d do me.’” “You really thought that?” “I did. I was a slut.” I laughed aloud. “You were never a slut.” “You just didn’t know. Anyway, you gave me the bourbon the day of the funeral.” “Before and after, if I recall.” “After. And, I thought, ‘Maybe he’s trying to get me drunk so I’ll fuck him.’ But, you weren’t.. He follows an overgrown former footpath near the bottom of a ravine, where high above him the paved road precariously clings to the slope. Dark clouds fill the narrow gap of sky between the mountain ridges, then thunder rolls through the canyon, and heavy rain begins to pour down. He finds shelter in a small cave, just a recess in the rock, only a few yards deep but enough to protect him. A flash of lightening is followed by a deafening thunderclap, and then, his ears still ringing with that. .then three men walked in all wearing balaclavas to hide their faces.“Well look we have a slut to enjoy too boys....she is going to have a fun night tonight...” All of them laugh, as they move to me my husband on the floor shouting and swearing at them.My husband was soon quietened, as one of the men pushed a ball-gag in his mouth and secured it tightly, “You should stop shouting dickhead....you might wake your k**s...you wouldn’t want that would you?” again all the masked intruders laugh. Then.