She did squirm a lot, and emitted a long, breathless series of 'uumphs,gahs, and mrrphgggs. But none of that even attracted the attention of thesoldie...s, or whatever they were, who were searching the cart. Worse, thefalse bottom of this particular cart scraped her nose painfully everytime the cart was jostled even a bit.Being squeezed into a space only a foot high was rubbing other parts ofher anatomy the wrong way, too. She fully intended to make her kidnapperspay for that indignity and pain,. Only names have been changed to protect the privacy of those concerned. In part 1, I told you how I met Anita and the events that took place over that faithful weekend. If you read that and from that page landed here, I certainly hoped you enjoyed the story so far. oooOOOooo After that faithful weekend I met Anita and together we had the most amazing sex ever, most of my free time was spend thinking and longing after her, but alas, it was not be as she was getting married to a most prominent. We would share the bottle of champagne, then I would undress Kevin and he would fuck me there in front of my husband, although Kevin didnt know that he was my husband. He only knew that I was my husbands personal assistant. Then my husband would get sloppy seconds. I would fetch a second bottle of champagne which we would share still naked. Then we would all get into the generous shower attached to my husbands office and they would both enjoy washing me and being washed by me. After dressing. “What’s wrong?” Sam’s voice was dramatically different as she jumped towards me.“You just reminded me of Cathy,” I said, unable to utter anything except the truth. “I’m okay.”“Shit!“ yelped Sam, stepping back. “This is going all wrong!”Karla stuck her head out of the sleeping bag and sat up. She tried to fold the bag around her naked shoulders.“What’s wrong?” she asked.“Everything!“ shouted Sam. She turned to face me. Her jeans were on, but not zipped or buttoned. Pale, white skin glowed.