She heard a distant door closing and the van started driving her away.Pt2Jamie spent the next few hours crying and screaming loudly trying to force th... doors without any success before she finally slumped into a corner of the van and sobbed quietly to herself wondering if she would ever see her friends or family again.A few more hours later the van stopped, outside Jamie could hear someone moving things around, probably her captor. She sat in the corner of the van barely daring to breathe with. This too was included in our future. We loved watching each other masturbate. She loved watching my cum shooting from my cock. These times usually occurred when we sun bathed on her patio (shrubs were high enough to block the view of others) and she would hand me a drink and a towel when I came into the house. She'd arrange the lawn chairs so we faced each other so we could watch each other. Watching her fingering her open cunt always made me hard to which she would say that I had better take. He worked her back over good as I watched on from the front of the bed. It was very exciting to watch another man touch my wife the way he did.He slowly worked his way down each of her legs until he reached her feet. He gave each one of her feet a very sensual massage. Her body started to tremble as her feet were very sensitive. He had spent several minutes working over each one of them.He then asked my wife, “Would it be ok if I slipped your panties down. I would love to massage that gorgeous. I’m not even sure it was anger but before she could breath another word, I stood back and a torrent of words came out of me, unbidden, unthought, unwise. ‘Don’t you bloody dare do this to me, not tonight. Don’t you know how often when we have kissed I have wanted to turn my face an inch and taste your lips? Don’t you know that when we have sat in a car or on a sofa or in the cinema or In the pub with our knees touching how much I have wanted to press against you? Do you think that every waking.