No answer came from anywhere, and she slowly started to move on again. Why hadn’t Paul already come and found her? It was starting to get a little c...lder as she walked. In the city, the large buildings gave protection from the night air, but out here, the sparse trees and low hedges, did nothing to help.She pulled her coat closer, now cursing having thrown her shoes away, as her feet were both sore and cold.Surely there had to be a farm close by, and she could use their phone to call Paul and. That was Oren's name forhis captor. The creep had never offered up a name for himself.Sitting by the bed on a high stool, Oren could see him. Time for bedsidemanner and another one of those crazy speeches he gave."Good Morning, Bianca".My name's not Bianca, you creep. Oren. Oren Hartman. Oren wanted toscream but the thick gag precluded that."I wanted to tell you that my tests show that you are responding well tothe medication. Especially the hormone regimen. There is a strongpotential for side. As he stroked his cock he thought of his shy innocent wife – but who knows if she’ll stay that way when there would be men ready to tempt her?After visiting a few establishments Linda decided to slow down on the drink. She wasn’t a seasoned drinker and had no intentions of becoming drunk or making her-self ill. The party of women settled down and sat quietly in a lounge quietly talking. It was then that Linda noticed how a certain man kept eyeing her up. He was older than her, about 35yrs.. Close ups of individual frenzied dancers being repeated throughout the club, the agony and the ecstasy being replayed for the entertainment of the masses.Being touched from all sides, by both boys and girls, it didn't matter to them and it didn't matter to me either. I could grope a dancer as well as the next man, or woman. Hands would slide round from behind, holding your thighs as their groin ground against your backside. One hand rising to cup and hold a breast the other trying to stray.