His nails showed no signs of the dirt or grease that would evince a farmer or mechanic. They were trimmed to the quick, but the beds were long—a per...ect end to the shapely fingers they capped. He waited patiently for his purchases to be rung, tapping his fingertips in time to the inoffensively boring music that wafted through the shop. I imagined that he worked in an office of some sort, for his hands bore no sign of manual labor. Yet they had a strength about them; an enticing dexterity that. He removes his jacket and throws it haphazardly on thesofa and walks over to face me. He kisses me, a forcefulkiss that pushes me backwards. I reach out to him tosteady myself. Instantly he pushes my hand down to feelhis groin, he is hard. I like it that within moments of himseeing me he is aroused. I run my hand along the innerseam of his jeans, his kissing becoming deeper and deeper,his tongue encircling mine, I can taste the coffee, at firstmildly acrid. I can feel his hands on my shoulders,. Her flimsy light dress rose above her tight firm tanned ass. Hands grasped at her lacy panties and ripped quickly them down her smooth legs. They stopped at her bent knees and were effortlessly torn off her quivering scared body. They landed beside her face. Tanya attempted a scream but her face was pressed into the smelly plastic garbage bags. She almost could not breathe and with every gasping breath in sucked and suctioned part of a bag. She had to slow her scared breaths down or risk. After a few minutes of sitting she tried again ... yes, much better! There was no light in the room, but she could see by the moonlight coming through the wide gaps in the ill-fitting wooden shutters at the windows. Then she walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked.Just then he heard a noise outside: it sounded like footsteps getting nearer. She thought that it must be whoever it was that had locked her in, so she hurried back to the bed and lay down again, pretending.