The captor took the young girl’s arm and guided her into yet another room, this one with a small bed, dresser, toilet, and sink. The slave knew that...this was going to be her room from now on. It wasn’t great, but it was certainly better than being tied and forced to stand up all night. “This is where you’ll be staying, sweetie. Try to make yourself at home.”“Thank you, Mistress,” the girl said as she sat down on the bed.“I put some clothes in the dresser for you. They should fit pretty well,”. As he moves down the bed, he begins to place soft kisses along your inner thighs to their very tops, all the time his hands holding your thighs apart. You feel the slight roughness from his stubble as he kisses your thighs and it stirs a warmth deep within. His lips continue to kiss around your neatly trimmed pussy but he is careful not to rush things, enjoying every moment, he looks up between your thighs to your large breasts, and sees by now you are squeezing and tweaking your nipples; it. It was so ridiculous, funny almost. It seemed like an eternity since she'd gotten up that morning drank her coffee, retrieved the newspaper from its brambled burial ground--all her routine, day-to-day activities that kept her alive, identified her as Kathy McGuire wife of Art McGuire.Now, somehow, that had all been swept away from her, like driftwood carried away from the shoreline by an ebbing tide. She stared down at the prim pink sundress she wore; it was as if she had never seen it before.. "Hi," he said somewhat nervously as he checked her out, "can I get youanother drink?" Yes, thank you," Lainey answered smiling.Dave got her a drink and they made their way through the crowd to sitdown on a couch that was empty. Lainey sipped her drink and continuedflirting with Dave. Dave was getting really turned on and tried to findout more about the sexy girl."I'm Dave, by the way," he said, "what's your name?" Lainey," she said as she sipped her drink."That's a nice name," Dave said, "for.