My daddy has kept one car for us and another for going to office etc which most of the time he used to drive butrecently he takes the driver to drop h...m. His office is 6 kms from our bungalow. After dropping him driver can return home so that if anyone of us or mummy has to go anywhere he can take us. I have now started driving for 5 months but am still scared to take the car to market or crowded places. This driver is really skilled and daddy likes his driving skill very much.He is really good. We set off and amid the general small talk I noticed the man taking frequent glances at my thighs, the skin almost visible through the taut material. "I like those " he said, nodding towards my legs. "Yeah" was all I could muster in reply. "I would think a guy dressed like that must be looking for some fun" he added. "What sort of fun" I replied, playing the innocent. "I think you know" came the response, at the same time he placed his hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. Then he took it. He stopped the car and turned it off, it was quite dark and Jens eyes were starting to adjust, she thought he didn't look much like his picture, "how about that hug" he said he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as he spoke, " so what are you missing in your marriage, what doesn't your husband do for you" she didn't expect this type of talk, "its Ok just tell me like you would online" she was starting to blush "well he just neglects me ,doesn't want to touch me, " ". “You would trust us not to run or resist, to so willingly become your slaves?” he said.“No, I do not,” I responded calmly, “That is why I will keep the young ones here as hostages. If you run or resist, they will be executed. And if you have no family here with you,” I shrugged, “then we’ll just have to settle for killing you.”I could tell I was winning no adherents with this plan. The townsfolk clearly needed a little more coaxing before they would cooperate. I’d already shown them the.