"You are in Bedford, and it is Thursday." With that curt reply the woman pushed past her and walked quickly away.Margery realised that she couldn't re...ember what day she had been brought here, and Bedford was about fifty miles from her home.Just then a man behind her said, "Have you just been released?"She turned and saw a tall, thin man in a dark suit; without thinking she nodded."Good. I'm Mike Jones. A group of us help people who have survived a visit to our friends," he nodded towards the. Tara sat with her back against the door of my SUV facing me and I would catch a glimpse of her white panties every once in a while as her leg moved and her shorts opened.Tara knew I was looking at her in a lustful way and instead of her being embarassed, she began to enjoy showing me glimpses of her panty covered pussy.I sat there and noticed that she continued to stare at my bulging pants and I said to her softly, "Show me your little pussy Tara."Tara looked at me and the smile left her face. She knew about sex and what she wanted was my cock inside her...mouth or pussy..she really was a bit of the archetypal sixth form nympho girl. I never stopped to wonder where she got it from but just revelled in the glory of fucking her whenever she wanted it... and believe me....she wanted it a lot! ;-)We'd fuck ourselves silly at break times during college out in nearby fields. Then back to my place...or more often hers as her parents were out working until early evening and we'd spend hours. The Brit had not known what was going into the building and of course I never thought to ask the planning and zoning office.Then when I saw the kitchen equipment, I turned around and drove back to the courthouse. I went to the planning office. "So hello there," I said to the almost old matronly woman behind the counter."Hello Sheriff, what can I do for you," she asked."Frankly I'm wondering what the new business on the square is going to be," I asked. "Surely, we don't need another restaurant.