Fear concentrated their minds on the arrival; the journey was just to be endured.Silas Blanton prepared for his evening walk; Silas was a sad figure, ...he wrong side of sixty, friendless and penniless. He scraped a living from the odd jobbing for the local farmers, even they only put up with him, as his rates were so low. Silas glanced out of his window, next doors little girl was playing in the garden. He watched her fragile movements closely, out of nowhere her mother appeared and ushered. Her office had won an award for being the top office in the district and the whole office staff and the agents were going for a special recognition dinner and award banquet. She was so happy about going and asked me to go."Sandy, that's a work night. I'd love to go but you understand that I would have to use a vacation day." So you aren't going with me? Thanks for being there for me, Jim." She was pissed at me again."I'm always here for you. This is an award dinner. You don't need me to eat;. I can tell my captor is climbing stairs, only to go down a second flight of stairs, which only adds to my confusion. While I ponder the odd chain of events, I nearly miss the moment my ass hits cold leather. What is it? I wonder, it isnt soft enough to be a sofa, no it reminds me of the tables that the gynecologist use only bigger. Again my tied arms go over my head, but this time they are secured in that position while my legs are spread, and secured this time too. Still the only sounds I hear. I couldn’t help grinning at the light blue button up sweater she was wearing. The fabric was stretched out so much it looked like she bought it from Baby Gap. I took another drag of my Marlboro Light, watching as she sat down, only to gasp in disbelief when she started unbuttoning her top.By then, I was already horny as fuck, as I watched Cynthia reach up and unsnap her bra from the front, letting her left breast flop through the opening of her sweater, before lifting it up and pressing her.