We were behaving like two people indulging in a taboo act. I hoped on her. I found her hole and gently began to push to and fro slowly. She was dry bu... warmth surrounded me. I gave her a mighty thrust, I was lodged fully inside her. I felt like coming, I stopped pushing and kissed her. Her tongue greeted my tongue. Her tongue went inside my mouth. After some kissing I felt ok to start to and fro movement again. I held her legs and put them on my shoulders and I gripped her shoulders from below.. Over the years, we had some really close calls. I had been shot twice. The scars on my stomach and thigh were constant reminders. Interstate 10 quickly became Interstate 15. We pulled over to a gas station just outside Barstow. I took my time to apply makeup while Don shoved the gasoline gun into the small hole at the back of the Corolla, half the gun sticking out. We bought coffees and moved on. When we crossed into Nevada, we both screamed at the top of our lungs for having survived yet. I give you my number and address and you tell me you will be there. You let me go after you rub your hard man hood on my back side letting me feel what I was going to get later. I finish at the market and go home excited and yet scared of what is to come. I pull up to see a shopping bag at the door. I pick it up open it and it is a red sexy night gown with a black sexy robe with a note that reads...."You will be wearing this showered and sitting on your bed when I get there with make up on and. I have no idea who these people are or what they want, but I now suspect there are at least three of them. I start to shake; my arms are roughly extended over my head and secured with rope. For whatever reason, at least one of my captors notices and places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, slowly rubbing up and down. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands turn me over, and begin shredding my clothes until I have nothing.