I had my escape plan, now all I had to do was wait until dark. It was almost six o'clock so I had about another three and a half hours before it would...be dark enough outside for me to attempt my escape.Chapter 13: Thursday June 12, 9:35 PMFor more than three hours I sat on the cellar floor under the stairs and listened to Big Tony and the other scum bags talk. Bean had returned with the food and I could smell it in the cellar. If my recorder was doing its job I would not only have proof of my. As they sat in Denise’s living room, Stan wondered how to start the conversation going. James just sat there, looking around, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. Stan realised that he was simply someone who was unsure of strangers in a social situation and was unable to think of a way to break the ice. Anne came to the rescue, beginning a conversation about gardening that Stan couldn’t begin to follow. The two of them were still going strong, with Stan trying to look interested, when Denise and. "No?" She said, answering her own question. "Then you better put these milkbags on the ground right now."She pulled back the crop and I leaned forward just until my nipples brushed the grass. It tickled. My rings dangled between the fresh-cut green blades. I didn't even have to bend over that much. I was still able to keep my head up to see Polly."That's not good enough. I want to see those perfect tits dragging in the dirt."For incentive, she hit me on the butt with the crop. It wasn't a hard. She slid down a bit then dropped suddenly. Completely engulfing me, that had caused her some discomfort for her face grimaced. The smile appeared then she again raised her small body off and then down she went again this time a lot easier than the last. Now she was moving up and down, tight but easy as I even helped her by thrusting up as she came down. I had been about to shoot my load in her mother when we came to a sudden stop and with this tight warm encasement I could not help myself as I.