She was sure that, if she didn't eat what was going to be placed in front of her, then the cropping she had received earlier would seem mild.Suddenly,...she felt her gag being unbuckled."Not a single peep out of you all or there'll sure be something to scream about after. Understood?"Cassandra nodded her head.Her abductor pulled the gag from her mouth. She didn't realize just how sore her jaw was until she tried to work the stiffness out of it."It is time for dinner and I expect you to eat. ”“You have to think that of me Shel. You have to think I’m dumb or stupid if you expect me to buy the load of horse-shit you just dumped on me. You seem to forget that I overheard part of your phone conversation. Let us start with the basics. You were on the phone with him. That means you either gave him your phone number or you had to be the one calling him. That shoots down your never to see or contact him again in the ass.“Next we have your telling him that YOU would call him and give him. They chatted about work for a few minutes, and then the food came. ‘How’s your sandwich?’ asked Philip. ‘It’s good. It’s pretty hard to mess up a sandwich,’ said Jasmine. ‘Good.’ ‘How is your soup?’ ‘It’s good. Nice and spicy,’ said Philip, licking his lips. Jasmine couldn’t help but feel a brief spark of attraction to him. His dirty blonde hair fell over his face as he bent down to take a sip of his drink. He tossed the fringe back into place. ‘Got any big plans for this weekend?’ he asked.. I licked the tip my index finger before I slid it into my mouth, wetting it with what little saliva I could muster. I then placed it on my clit. I slowly moved my finger up and down to tease my clit. I watched him lick his lips as he stared at my pussy. His hand rubbed the crotch of his jeans as the bulge in them became more defined. As the sensitivity of my clit grew I began to slide my finger in tiny circles to massage my clit. Vincent unzipped his fly, pulled out his hard cock, and began to.