It was a choice of either being able to breathe or feel the pain in her tits. She adopted a ritual; sit upright and take a deep breath, then she leane... forward resting her nipples and tits, but being choked by the collar. When she was totally out of breath, she would sit-up straight, feeling like her nipples were being torn off her breasts, but being able to breathe. Carol was concentrating on this ritual, she could hardly think of anything else.Carol tried to ignore the pain and get her. He could not promise, but both men were grateful. One had a teenaged daughter who thought Amy was the biggest star in the country.Apparently, the flight attendant spread the word, because before they landed, a dozen people who had heard Lindsey on the radio came up to first class seeking autographs. To her, this was almost as big a shock as the kidnapping. It seemed she had spent her whole life avoiding being noticed, and now, people were seeking her out. She did not think she had done anything. It can’t hurt to try, she thought. After all, she was just curious, and could stop any time. Right, she told herself, it was actually just a little curious game, and nobody would ever know about it anyway. She went down on her hands and knees in front of the fireplace and pushed her butt up, while her upper body rested on her elbows. As she was still wondering if he would even find her hole, Diego already jumped on her back and thrust his hips hard against her behind. Once, twice, three times,. She touched and felt at the same time. She became a profusion of contours and silk. A sleepy smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she thought back on the voice of the man in the elevator the night before. As she stretched her sinews hard and taut in her bed, she could almost feel the strength of the hand that had suddenly gripped her shoulder from behind. The cut of her panties pulled against the motion of her hips as they rolled against the mattress. The tapered edges of the gusset.