Could I help it if I'd also decided to move there, to enjoy the life of ease the place assured me was there. I'd already found out about all that and...I was sure I was going to love living there. "I'm on Clay Street, about 4 blocks from your place." "Isn't that nice," I said. I knew he still wanted to get together and I could almost read his mind as he stood there. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I was enjoying this very much. Very, very much. Now was the time to spring, so I asked,. We were just outside Bruges, on a lonely country road when we came to a sudden stop, ostensibly for a hay wagon which had lost a wheel and was blocking the road. My two escorts got out to protest vehemently to the farmer, with a lot of shouting, and waving of arms, when suddenly, they were overpowered by about five men. The car door was opened, and I was roughly dragged out, blindfolded, gagged and my hands bound. I felt myself being tossed into the back of a truck of some kind, and covered. "Well, I'm kind of ... ah, I mean, in my business world I'm always the one in charge and sometimes..." she stopped and just looked at me for a few seconds, "Oh hell, I'm just going to say it and pray you don't think I'm some kind of pervert ... I like to be tied up ... in bed I mean; not all the time but sometimes I like to be tied up and dominated, helpless and unable to stop my lover from ravaging my body anyway he desires," she said abruptly, then stopped to see what my reaction was going to. I can tell that she is very horny. I release my hands from her butt and one goes to her shoulder and pulls it towards me.I want to kiss this girl on the lips. This seems to surprise her, but she complies with eyes closed. I kiss her again and it’s very nice, but she doesn’t seem to know much about kissing either. My other hand is making its way under her blouse and around to her back. In a moment her bra is unsnapped. “You naughty bastard.” she chides. “I didn’t say you could do that.” But.