She was 17 years old and she was about to experience things being done to her young sexy female body that she could never have imagined in her wildest...nightmares. The men who had taken Robin captive immediately put a blindfold over her eyes and they also bound her hands in front of her so she couldn't make too my effort at resistance.When they got Robin where they were first taking her after her parking lot abduction, they lifted her out of the van and carried her by her shoulders and her feet. While on break during a sitting Mr. Taylor looked around the studio at the paintings, some framed other rolled and asked whether any were for sale. Of course they were and one which caught Taylor’s eye was a self portrait of the artist himself. Out of all the works available Perry was a bit uncomfortable selling it. He had painted it as a joke with another artist who did one of themselves, and the idea was to do a Renaissance styled self portrait that had an odd feel to it. For Perry that meant. ..Standing in the tree line I watch. I have been here for hours. Making and discarding ways to get to her and do what I must do. I should have thought about this more carefully. Knowing what I have to do and finding a way to do it are two very different things. I finger the bag of leaves in my pocket and watch.As the sun begins to set the door opens. Maybe the parents will leave. If it is just her in the house I can try... No. There she is. Moving slowly with help. Onto the porch. Yes!Mom. He was still looking directly at my tits, barely contained in the tiny bra top.I watched him walk back to the wife. She was sitting at an umbrella table in a t-shirt that came almost to her knees. When she got up to meet her daughter, the sunlight behind her slowed that she was hiding a full figure; not a model’s figure, but full breasts and a bubble butt that so many men loved. If she hadn’t been hiding herself, maybe he wouldn’t have been looking at me.I felt bad for both of them and I vowed.