But, once more, your kidnappers aren't finished with you... What seems like hundreds of hands suddenly assault your whole body, caressing and massagin... every free inch of flesh. The female who mounted you starts her motions, thrusting slow and easy in time with the breathless gasps you let out. But you can't breath for long as a pair of hands choke you and a mouth captures yours in a feisty kiss. You no longer remember why you were here, or even your name anymore, the actions of these no faced. I don’t know where she gets those looks – John’s well over 6′ tall and Nordic and I’m a tall, tawny redhead. He used to tease me that I made Val with the milkman, but who has a milkman these days? We had been out for the evening and were planning to go to a movie, but it was sold out and we didn’t find any of the other features attractive. So we came home and entered through the garage which leads into our den and that’s where we saw it – them . ‘Them’ being our daughter Val, her tiny body. . hanh... it was on a bicycle... hanh... that's how I... hanh... how I lost... hanh... you know..."Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too? I wanted to ask that but didn't. I was sure that she'd had more than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been her first and that she wasn't the 'nice girl' she pretended to be. And the fact that I'd felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.I rolled off of her. ’ ‘No, it’s fine. I’m having dinner, but I can talk for a minute.’ Marla looked up at Jon’s anxious face and mouthed the words, ‘It’s OK.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m spending the weekend here and I was hoping I might get a chance to see you again. Why don’t you call me when you’re done?’ ‘Seattle? That’s like five hours from here.’ ‘It was just a thought. Don’t feel pressured to make the trip. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me.’ ‘No, it’s not that. I’d like to see you again,.