Too bad my husband was on the East Coast with his son from an earlier marriage. The generator wasn't set up to power the whole house, but my husband h...d rigged a way to plug in the gas furnace's blower to the generator. Power failures are common here. It worked until the power came back on. But the second time the power went off I couldn't start it.========================My next-door neighbor, Tony, is some kind of mechanical engineer, so I went over and asked if he could help. He actually got. And these criminals weren't doing anything to bolster her confidence in herself.Fingers moved his naked body next to hers, forcing his prick in between her legs so that she was riding it like a rail. Hanging helpless like she was, Betty felt terrified and awful. She tried clamping her legs hard around Fingers' cock to try to dissuade him, but it only heightened his excitement."Help me!" Betty whimpered, breaking into tears for the first time since she was kidnapped. Bud still struggled, but. When he did I let out a dissatisfied pout, and tried to look over my shoulder to see why he was leaving.Immediately he had his hand on my back, pushing me back down onto Jenna, as he climbed up onto the couch behind me. When I felt the tip of his cock pressing up against my ass, I gasped again, but this time I just shut my eyes and waited for him to press into me, trusting in what he was about to do.His dick felt so much bigger than his fingers as he slid the tip in, gradually open me. I tried. I flashed back to the memory, as I was conditioned to do. The tiny black box, and his voice or his cock always at the only small hatch. He had shouted his rules at me for hours, had me repeat them back, and upon any mistake he electrified the steel of the box.Back to the present with the gift of air again, but he moves his hand to my newly pierced left nipple, its large ring still very sore with every movement. He plays with it as he squeezes my balls in rhythm, as if he’s trying to pump my.