They fell around my ankles in a little heap. He left my skirt and tank top.I felt his jeans on my bare ass. He unzipped them slowly, eliciting an impa...ient sigh from me.He grabbed my throat. He didn’t squeeze. He touched me there to let me know he could squeeze my throat. He knew all the little things that turned me on. Because I had explicitly told him what they were.I arched my back. My ass pressed against his erect cock.He growled in my ear. “Impatient, are we?” His bare cock rested on my. ’ ‘What?’ Catherine was suddenly brought out of her fantasy. She looked up to find her brute of a captor holding out some clothes. ‘Put these on. You’ll catch your death in your night wear.’ He left the cabin, closing the door behind him. Clothes? He wants me to get dressed? But that’s not what I imagined. He was supposed to ravish me. But he’s left me to get dressed. They were ALL supposed to ravish me. What’s the point of being abducted if they don’t intend to have their lustful way with me. Mywife guided me to the pickup, parked in front of thecamper, lit only dimly by the light of the big baywindow on the front of the camper. We crawled inside thepickup and my lovely wife proceeded to get naked. Sheencouraged me to pull my pants and underwear off and puther head in my lap. My wife sucked my raging hard-on in the pickup as Istared off into the darkness. When my erection wassufficiently hard she got on her knees on the front seatof the pickup and waved her rear end at me. I. She finished her coffee and set off to find a Post Office. With the postcards sent, she made her way back to the harbour and Bee Jay II. Ryan came back later with a bandage and a plastic support on his arm. He didn’t seem particularly happy and his arm was in a sling.‘Why is your arm still in a sling?’‘They thought I should support it for part of the day.’‘Does it hurt?’‘It hurts to straighten it. I won’t be able to carry anything for a while. What have you been up to?’Samantha told him how she.