“Bently, would you be so sweet as to see that a bottle of Dom Perignon is sent up to Mr. Tarkenton’s room? Oh, and a box of those lovely Maison du...Chocolat ... chocolates.” She giggled. “Aren’t they the ones flavored with brandy?” Bently nodded smiling. “Thank you Bently. Oh, and one more thing. We’ll need a can of that whipped topping ... you know, the kind it’s fun to squirt in your mouth? And maybe a bowl of Andre’s cherry tart filling. Would you do that for me?” Brad was betting that. I knew I couldn’t...mmm...touch myself, but that just made me more, uh, excited.’ ‘And so you want me to help you? To touch your pussy for you?’ Isabelle nodded frantically, strands of long hair falling down her face. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she knew she couldn’t touch herself, so she ran them up her waist, groping her tits, caressing her nipples, running them down to her thighs… ‘I would love to touch your pussy, Isabelle. You’ve been a very good girl today. I think. I am a very sexy, beautiful, confident, intelligent woman who will not stand for drama or whatever bullshit you may have to offer. At first, I am shy and quiet however after my comfort level increases my personality shines through. I am very proud of the fact that I am disease/d**g free and I will remain as such! Please do NOT contact me if you are unable to state and/or prove that you will relocate me to you! I hold myself and others in high regards when it comes to our bodies. We are all on. We all 3 were unaware of the upcoming thing and keep moving to the way driver was going. But soon the situation starts moving in a different direction. The driver moved his Vehicle to a lonely jungle nearby and on our complain they all started laughing. All 3 of us realized that we are in trouble and all the men know each other very well and were fooling us. They stopped the Car in between and asked all 3 of us to come out of the Vehicle. Soon their weapons come out as all were carrying some.