My wrists were held outwards and I felt rope fastened to them then my armswhere dragged out and secured to the sides slats of the van, I knelt thereon...my knees, crucified and helpless as a hand patted the top of my head anda patronising voice said, "There's a good girl, nothing to get upset about,you look just like that aeroplane your husbands in." I swallowed hard to stop myself from crying out, but I lost that battle asI heard, "You drive, I'll find the agents key, we'll use the second of. "She excitedly rolled over, on knees and elbows, ass up. He stood up and her eyes widened as he removed his clothes and his fat cock sprang towards her. "Now, you lay your head on that mattress and let me fuck you. I'm in charge here." She bowed her head and he stroked her ass with his fingertips, making her wait for it. She impatiently wiggled her rump back and forth. George chuckled, parted her cheeks, and guided his fat cock in between her legs. He slid his shaft up and down her lips,. You’re ready. You’ll pass easily.”I looked. She was right. “But why?”“Oh, just for kicks.”“I’m not interested in those kind of kicks.”“Oh you’re not?” She sounded like she didn’t believeme. “Well, you don’t really have a choice, do you?” Ithought of the photographs. “Just a walk around theneighborhood, that’s all.” We walked. I was afraid ofpeople looking at me. I was afraid. After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to her, the alarm faded and the little red light began to flash.“Ok, I guess I won’t be getting out that way.” She mumbled to herself, feeling frustrated.In a sudden flash of inspiration, she remembered her cell phone in her camera bag. Running back to the bedroom, she grabbed her bag and unzipped the front pocket.Her phone was missing.She couldn’t believe it; not only had he locked her in his apartment with no clothes, but he’d also stolen her.