A young woman around 20 or 21 walks downstairs, barefoot and carries a flashlight. She’s in a short, transparent silk robe with bikini panties under...eath. There’s no furniture in the house. She looks out the peephole & sees it’s just a woman, so she cracks open the door and calls through the screen. “Can I help you?”The woman is close to crying. “Please help me. My name is Chelsea. My car died & my cell phone isn’t working. Can I use your phone to get help and dry off?”“Um, let me think. I’m. ” I could hear the humor in her voice.I smiled but that was it. “Yeah, but the motel you left us at had thin towels.”Unlike me, Jordan didn’t need any other hints. “What hotel are you at? No, wait, let me guess: the Selador?”I nodded. “Yeah. Danielle says she has a friend who manages the restaurant.”“Jana,” Jordan said. “I think you’ll like her, though the feeling may not be mutual.”“Danielle told me about her already. I don’t know if she was playing, but when I joked about defending her from. . Banging into my sore, red ass thrice more, he cums but a little more, a sputter where once there had been a spray, before nonsensibly nuzzling the back of my neck with his nose and letting himself fall out, spent and flaccid. My ass continues to shake, my cunt contracting, wanting more… I don’t dare speak now. My ass is dancing, or feels like it, in the air, of its own accord. Little muffled groans and sighs erupt from between parted lips now and again, expecting, wanting, and remaining. She was standing in the middle of the sun-baked road, not a stitch on her, her hands tightly handcuffed before her round belly, and with the bag still over her head.I could see her legs trembling, and her big, saggy udder-like breasts were heaving up and down, probably from fear and the lack of oxygen under the heavy cloth bag.Suddenly one of the men stepped towards her, and pulled the bag from her head, startling her and making her blink in the harsh sunlight.For the second time today, my.