I can't be having a man's cock in my ass.* There was nothing I could do. I felt so trapped, so controlled. I felt Dave come. He was going wild, but th...n he slowed down. Sara was still happily getting it all on tape. She zoomed in on my face. And my ass as he pulled out. Was this my Sara? Then they left. I was left alone, tied in that position. I don't know how long I had to wait--maybe an hour, but it seemed like one hundred. I began to wonder if I had to get out of that myself. I managed to. I just felt different the way when they would all honk their horns and yell something at me. One yelled, ‘How much for a blow job?’ Another yelled, ‘Want a date, baby?’ I ignored them, yet something inside made me feel dirty — and, well yes, a tiny bit excited. I parked my car close to the door and took a deep breath before I got out. By the time I opened the door one of the salesmen had run up to it and opened it for me. I saw him looking at my stocking-covered legs and when I felt a rush of. I have a peek from the corner of my eye and see her sitting behind his table, facing the window. I get back to work, occasionally having a look at my beautiful neighbor. Then our eyes meet again. I smile, she smiles. She then puts her finger on her lips, just like I should be quiet. I am quiet. it's all quiet, there's nobody here as far as I know. She stands to move to the cabinet in front of her desk. Seductively she leans to the edge of it and suddenly starts to push it away. It's beautiful. Really talking.I think the fact that we were no longer looking at each other actually helped.By the time we got to the tarn which nestled under the summits and stopped for a cigarette and some food, things had begun to get a lot clearer. Surprisingly, so, from my point of view – it might sound pathetic and male ... typically insensitive male, to some – but Debbie had made me realise, in a way I'd never really considered before, how threatened I'd been by her various dalliances. Or by her.