My erection was threatening to burst through the fabric to my trousers and I was pretty certain that I was dripping pre cum already.“What the hell,�...�’ she said and stood up.I was startled and thought that I had offended her. She reached back and lowered a zipper and let her dress slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Stepping out of the puddle of clothes she kicked off her shoes and stood in front of me wearing a tiny thong, garter belt, and thigh high stockings.“So Greg, like what you. They went inside and then he carried her down to the basement and set her down against a wall. He took off her leggings and sweater, and then chained her ankles to the wall, and chained her wrists together. Dasha was trembling in terror, tears streaming down her face. She hugged her knees to her chest. Hello Dasha, the man said. Youre very beautiful. He sat down on a chair and removed his ski mask. Dasha gasped in horror. It was Karl, the zamboni driver at the rink. Welcome to your new life, he. “Can I offer you a beer?”“Sure.”We went into his kitchen and retrieved two beers from the fridge. “Hey, have I shown you my entertainment room yet?” he asked.“No,” I replied, curious, remembering that Marissa had mentioned it to me.“Come on this way.” I followed him down the hall to a room with a really huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Four specialty recliners sat facing the TV. I don’t know what they’re called, but they have cup holders for your beer and a command console was built. He made a small noise that was one of pleased approval. He leaned back down over her cupping her breast towards his mouth as he kissed softly over her nipple. She gasped out a moan feeling herself writhe beneath him as the kiss turned deeper. Into a warm sucking lick, his tongue rolling over her nipple. He squeezed the other breast. Harder. Needfully now. Fingers feeling over her nipple before moving up. His thumb brushed over her lips. Immediately she understood, opening her mouth to suck on.