"Read? I don’t know this word." Ansel pulled an oiled skin out of his pack, one he used for a blanket, it was supple and soft, well oiled and waterp...oof. He began working at it with his knife. She eyed his knife. "No matter." She said. "It is real, I should like to see it myself as well." She smiled wistfully, her eyes distant. "Those men, there'll be more I take it?" Ansel asked. She looked at him, fear plain on her face, she averted her eyes again. "I hope not…" she whispered.Ansel stood,. Being out with my Mum and Sister had always been a depressing experience, their attractive toned bodies drawing all the stares, while I was either ignored, or in some cases, laughed at. Now I was drawing as many looks as they were. I was sure that was partly down to my extra arms, but even then there were some looks that couldn't be mistake for anything but lust. This was a totally new sensation for me. No one had ever looked at me with lust before my change, not even creepy stalker guy.We. His thick cock rammed deep into my throat. I could feel the bile welling up in me, in response to the brutal entry. Wrestling against my bindings, I sucked, fought to adjust my breathing, writhed against the tight ropes and began to cry behind my blindfold as the man continued to assault my mouth.I wanted to cry, to scream out to my Master, to my Lord, for help. I was at this man's mercy. This man who could easily be my Master, or my Lord. No. I didn't recognize the voice. Oh, God... It was a. "As a happily married woman I do not go away on dirty weekends. Goodbye."She slammed the telephone into its cradle and turned sobbing to Tom who was at her side. He held her as she cried her heart out.At length she looked up. "You got the gist of that." Yes, my Bri," answered Tom grimly, "and so will Brian. Evidence when we nail the bastard."She laid her head against his chest again. "That was the place he took his Polish tart. Ugh!" She shuddered and tightened her grip. Tom continued to hold.