I'll never do that again. ?Then the torture began. I tried counting cars, reading bill boards,? going over last week's household budget. I glanced at ...im. He seemed to? be intent on watching the road. Did he know what he was doing to me? Or? was this a game. I never knew.?I found my hips starting to push forward into his hand. Damn hips! Don't? do that! I whined louder, more pitifully, I hoped. It worked. He turned? to me, his hand stopping for a moment. "Oh, does doggie need to go for a? walk?. He adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could see what was happening in the back seat. He noticed the young girl was still out of it, her head leaning over against the door. Her hair he could tell was stringy with sweat and her shirt was in shambles, he would have to get her a new one. Her titties were hanging out. Her little skirt was pushed up almost to her waist as Jesse had her legs spread and he was rubbing the inside of her thigh.He noticed Miss Johnson was more alert and staring. “I think that is why I enjoy being around her. I see the young, happy woman from my memories in the face of your daughter.”“I am certain you do not recall me much if at all,” Amelia said.“There once was a man from Parumph,” Joseph started.Amelia instantly covered her mouth and Joseph grinned.“Whose prong was a thick as a stump,” he continued.“Stop!” Amelia said.“Too big for our vee, the lassies did plea, so the girls used their lips and their rumps.”“Joseph!” Amelia said. She tried to contain. Then I looked at the key, itwas a small locker key. I picked it up and went along the long line oflockers checking the key. One was already open, Kerry's and it was fullof make up, perfume, sexy undies and stockings and a bondage catalogue,no escape kit in here then. As ever it was the last locker I checked thatopened, a sports bag sat in the otherwise empty locker. Inside was a pinktrack suit, black swim suit and a pair of pink and white trainers, size6, not my size but at least I could.