Her knee. Her thigh. She tried to kick but her legs remained securely tied to the chair. It wasn't a hand; that much she could tell. The touch was too...light. But it didn't feel like an object either. It was pressure and the absence of the breeze the still cooled the rest of her skin.Give, the voice said again. The touch moved up her thigh and she trembled. Rape. Whom ever this was wanted to rape her. She tried to move again but still she was securely tied.Maybe it won't be so bad her told. Emily removed one hand and set one hand rubbing over Kellys vagina and one hand squeezing her breast. The two women kissed. Kelly opened her mouth and began French kissing her mother. Emily pulled away and stepped back, laying down with her head right on her daughters pussy, Emily began finger her daughter. Spreading Kellys pussy lips, Emily reached out and caressed her daughters clit, rubbing her fingers in circles around it. Adding another finger in, Emily ran her two finger up and down her. I hung it up and reached for my clothes when the door to the booth opened.Rick smiled and said, "It looks like you need some help."I looked past him and saw the other customers in the clothing side of the store staring at another big screen television. And there I was on the screen. Just like in the bar on the other side of the glass wall there were four different angles on the split screen showing me in all my glory.Rick entered the booth, leaving the door wide open. It didn't really matter. I. Who are you?’ ‘I used to be a hairy old gaijin. One your grandmother warned you about.’ The meaning came to her at once and Linda hammered the keys, ‘How do you know that?’ ‘You told me.’ This didn’t stop Linda as she frantically typed, ‘I only said that once. Who are you? The Russian’s, the Chinese, some kind of spy?’ ‘We were watching the sunset, waiting for the hiss. It started raining and we headed for Leo’s in the car. Do you remember?’ Linda seemed to deflate as she read the words again..