Did I mention her long, black hair was in pig tails...wow~! Guys don't we have to test our girls, dates, wives, women. At thetheater? Tell me it is no... so~! I have dated women that are at all ends of the slide scale of social etiquette. Sure your not suppose to do certain things but some just don't care, and are open to the experience. They don't have to be prudes either to be offended that you want to kiss or caress or more in the theater. One woman I knew she didn't like to be touched in a. Not onlythat, the fasteners were locks, so I couldn't take them off until Icould get the key."Don't worry, you'll soon get used to them," she consoled me, and led meby the hand to her en-suite where again, she had covered the mirror overthe hand basin.There she started to wash my long blond hair, then roughly towel driedit, placed it in rollers and dribbled a cold, foul smelling liquid ontoit. When I asked her what she was doing, she told me that she wasgiving it a bit of curl. She speeded up. ”She asked, “What about our two hundred dollars. We earned it.”I said, “No! No money was ever offered and he got you in here under false promises, no booze, and no drugs, just rape. Is that clear?”They nodded and I called the State Police and told them that a local cop had just raped two girls in my motel. I left Debbie cuffed to the bed, Cheryl had removed her ball gag. I went back to the office and hid the surveillance tapes. I was standing outside when the State Police arrived in three cars.. " What!" giving the wheel a jerk to the right and back left real fast then getting it back under control. "Wait a minute here." as she pulled over to the shoulder of the high way and stopped.After she got stopped and the car put into park but leaving the engine running, Linda turned lifting her right leg up with her knee on the seat to face me, and showing me her hot wet pussy lips, with out pulling her dress down, like she is unaware of her state of clothing, "You love me?!?" Yes, I love you.".