"You coming then or what?" she asked me as I followed her outside and into the taxi.Once in the taxi she started rubbing the inside of my leg. She sai... "It's been a while you know?". "Since what?" I said. "Since I've, you know, done it," she whispered back."How long?" I asked, starting to feel my dick strain against my jeans as she moved her hand to cop a feel."Three years. Maybe more. Since my husband left, I've been sorting myself out. Quite a bit actually," she giggled, the night's alcohol. She tried to lie very still thinking that if she appeared dead they would just dump her body and she would eventually attract attention to be released and rescued. No such luck all that happened was she felt the electric shocks from the corset again and she screamed with the pain, the scream through the gag was muffled but enough for the guy to know she was still alive and with them.Thirty-five minutes more of driving and this time she was dragged out the back of the van and frog marched away.. Ben tell's me not to be rude to say hello to or guest. so i crawl over to my great uncle and go to work all i hear from him is mmmmmmm good bitch .I hear sarha telling someone no no it's ok i promise just do it , here i well help you.then i hear a voice a think i now say " are you sure it's ok" and sarha said here and started to suck who ever it was is dick from the sucking and slurping sounds, well that help because a few min's later i heard sarha's ooo fuck me, fuck your tight pussy whore and. Jeanie’s ass was round with firm cheeks like halves of an apple. I cupped my hands around both cheeks, pulled her towards me and squeezed.“Well, I seem to recall that even tight-assed jeans can be taken off,” I whispered.She kissed me hard and passionately, almost desperately. “Take them off me, Helen. Take them off”I looked into Jeanie’s face for any sign of apprehension, of nervousness or fear. There was none. Her eyes were soft, wide open and beckoning.“Please take them off.”She stood.