The three girls come over to me, sandwiching me between their shiny clothes. I struggle to smile, feeling dizzy and light-headed. The camera flashes a... us. The girls pose around me. The two that came over with the camera guy are especially attracted to the photo session. They mock kiss and grab each others tits. They turn to face me, the one behind the other. The brunette is closest to me.“You can touch my tits, too if you want. I don't mind.” She smiles.I try to smile back. “That's ok. Thanks,. She misses her dad and I miss him too, especially the closeness we shared.”“Would you please touch me?” she asked softly, guiding his hand under her short hem.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I haven’t been with a man since my husband died.”“In here?”“Yes, you wouldn’t believe some of the places where my husband I have fucked. I understand if you don’t want to touch me.”Brad was a little stunned by her bold move. “Are you kidding me? You’re a very attractive woman and I’m fortunate that you’ve shown. He reached above him and opened a slat in the otherwise stark concrete wall, revealing a camera behind some glass. He knelt down behind me and put his head next to mine, making us both pose for the camera. He put his knife to my skin and started to lightly play with it on my flesh. I froze, trying to keep all my blood inside my body. The knife slid down to where my hands were bound and it rested at the base of a finger. Little one, do you know how sometimes a finger will be cut off and sent to. You keep giving her smooth thighs and ass a furtive glance and you’re pretty sure she noticed you a couple of times.“Keep your eyes on the road, for heaven’s sake!” she exclaimed with a smile.“What? They ARE on the road!”“Oh yeah? Even if I do this?” she said before taking her bikini top right off, and throwing it out the window.You don’t know what to say, you keep shut.“Even if I do this?” she murmurs into your ear as she slides her thong off and that goes out the window as well.You’re about.