"Are you okay?" I hear Amber whisper. "Yes, are you?" suddenly I feel like we are kidnap victims. I hear the water in the sink running. "What has been...happening to you?" Amber asks. "I have been in the bedroom hogtied. I must have fallen asleep. I lost track of time. What about you if I may ask?" "He has been torturing me, he has been teasing me with all kinds of things." As Amber is telling me this, I find I am getting a little jealous and very wet. Suddenly I feel tape forced over my mouth.. And even though it may sound cliche, everyone whohad every tried to go in the house to get a scope of things, disappeared;Priests, Foremen, Land Inspectors, Police, anyone. They'd travel beyondthe door and would never be heard from again, any reporters orinvestigators whom were wishing to take a look inside were either heavilywarned otherwise, of course the unfortunate trait of most people involvedwith local media being stubborn and thick head; most undoubtedly wereadded to the houses expansive. With the other, she rubs her pussy lips and then slides three fingers, knuckle deep into her aching pussy before working them in and out and listening to the gentle slurping sounds of her fanny.She’s planned all this so looks into her handbag for something to use instead of her fingers. Grabbing hold of her black dildo, she sits down on the seat and gently pushes it in, she can feel it stretching her and enjoys the sensation as her other hand works on her clit. You’ve stripped off while she was. This man cries some words at me, but I do not wait to understand, I see only the weapon. Very quickly do I reach to grab his hand where he holds the weapon, and I squeeze as hard as I can. I feel the bones break in the hand where I squeeze. Then, because he has pushed Linda, I pull him into car and strike him. I use the heel of my hand, not the knuckles, so I will not break my own hand.For a time I think I have done ill, because Linda quickly returns to the car and makes it go away fast.