"Sorry bud, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't feel guilty for who I am. I like sex and I like to fuck. It's not the damn Sixties. I'm not one ...f those sad women that needs to be punished for having fun."I held her hand a little tighter and poured some of my own power into her. Barbara gasped and her hard nipples poked against her shirt. My need was screaming at me to hurry but damn it, I was calling the shots tonight."I thought so too at first," I said. "I had hopes that you would be. My obsession froze when the bathroom door crashed open. God, please dont stop fucking me! I just wanted him to finish so I could forget about the entire incident, go back to my husband, and pretend this never happened. Where the fuck is my wife! a man roared. Oh, shit! Erin said, very loudly. My husbands crazy! He nearly killed the last guy he caught me with! What? the guy fucking Erin gasped. There was the sound of pants pulling up, a belt being buckled. The stall door opened and the guy. Previous generations of Americans were some bad motherfuckers, nothing like the pussies we churn out today.) Anyway, we got there, got some okay food and checked out the place. It was really cool, because it had a dock in back where you could pull up your boat and get out and walk around on a boardwalk the length of the club. They also had an open air bar back there facing the river. A little after we ate and explored a little, we started our boring ass shifts. The biggest dude among us. Her directional sense was confused by the blindfold but there was no question that she was being taken from her apartment. She grunted into her gag in protest but there was no response from her kidnappers as someone took her by the knees and she was bodily carried down the stairs and out of the building. She was laid down on something firm but soft and she heard what seemed to be heavy doors slamming shut before an engine rumbled into life and she sensed motion. So, in the back of a van of some.