‘I serve dinner at 6:00. There are four other young women and we eat with my husband Hank and son Alec.’ The other females ranged in age from earl... twenties to early thirties and were quick to establish with the newcomer what little commonality there was between them. They were from rural areas and went home at the weekend, the closest being forty miles away. None had ever been more than 500 miles away from home and were astonished to find Nikita had been to New York, Chicago and Miami, Rome,. Eventually, there is a long silence broken only by the odd attempt by someone to break free of their bindings, these attempts are always met with what sounds like a wack on the head or a punch to the gut. After a while, the van comes to a final halt. You feel someone undo the bindings around your legs and pull you to your feet before guiding you out of the van. Outside, you receive a complete sensory overhaul as you are met with the sound of hundreds of voices shouting and countless people. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours taking it from behind. Her round and plump tits sway with each powerful thrust. Having her face buried inside the pillow and screaming her lungs outshe doesn't even notice you at all. Her long blonde ponytail is pulled back by a dark skinned and very athletic looking... girl? The one in question turns her attention to you: "Dude. Ever heard of. I tried to relax, but all I could think about was ending up like Gerald! I think that Kalani recognized my fear, because she started talking to me very gently."Michael," Kalani said softly. "We're just going to remove the hair. I promise we won't hurt you."Everyone has fears. Now you know mine. I was so afraid that I was just about to run away, or if necessary, fight."But fight for what" I asked myself. "My fears?"Oh sure, it seems silly now, but for those few moments I was focused solely on me.