‘..So we thought we’d just give you a little reminder to hurry things on a bit. Oh, and before I forget, we’ve got your lovely Amanda here. We t...ought she might help you to focus on the business in hand.’The camera panned sideways and showed Amanda with two other masked men standing either side of her. She had been stripped naked and securely lashed to a vertical steel column in what appeared to be a derelict warehouse, her nude body startlingly white in the bright electric floodlighting. Her. Once on her feet, she yelped as she felt a familiar stir between her legs.“About time you woke up, haha. Did you have sweet dreams?” Her pussy taunted.“Oh god… no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening to me. I mean, I must be going crazy. You… you can’t be alive. I mean it’s impossible. It doesn’t even make sense,” Stephanie stammered.“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. I know you enjoyed yourself. Not bad for a first orgasm, huh?” Her pussy taunted yet again as she stumbled. 7 mile construction site with her tits hanging out and it would be doubtful anyone would do anything but blink, as she was branded as ‘Mike’s girl’. Honorable men honored the code because that’s how they do things whereas men who’d rather like a piece of Nancy knew if they touched her and she complained they’d have a visit from me and the result would not be pretty. Everyone knows the stories of drunken brawlers who’d been put to bed, literally by me – often hospital beds. In the toilets of. So out we go. Into the biggest town on the island, we park up and head for the main shops. The whole area had been pedestrianised. Just more room for people and there were a lot of them. One shop after another we walk past. Selling all kinds of wears. Then, there it was in front of us. A glass plated temple to everything a lady would want to wear. So in we go. Walking up and down the isles. You in the lead, me just following. We enter an area set aside to eveningwear. You turn to me, look me in.