“Brittany, do you notice that our date is still fully dressed? I think we should change that.” And the attention shifted momentarily to me. Amy un...uttoned my shirt, with kisses on my neck and cheek and soft bites on my nipples. Brittany unhooked my belt and pants and pulled them off. Both ladies put a hand on my cock and began stroking and rubbing it.I looked at Amy and said, “Since this is a paid date, I believe we should take care of Brittany first.”“And what do you think she would like?” Amy. “Hey-o,” she chanted as she came down the stairs. “Ready to head out?” “Let’s do it,” I said, grabbing the beer I set down and the plastic folding table and heading back to the door. “See you guys later.”We climbed into her car as I loaded the table into the back seat. “How was work?” I asked her, knowing she usually couldn’t wait for Friday to come from working agonizing ten hour days.“Ugh, it was awful; I was working alone from lunch on.” “I know the feeling, when I’m on register in the. My jaw ached from the metal gag but it was ratcheted so tightly that I could not expel it.The two sadistic fiends then carried me out to what I assume was the rear of a van, the bag was then literally thrown to the floor. I could hear the engine start up and was aware the van was being driven off. At this time my survival instinct was in full gear, my main concern was suffocating, for the moment I didn’t dwell on soon to be permanent enslavement. I didn’t think they planned to kill me but I. Wat wou hij nog van hem? Hij probeerde een reden te vinden om niet te moeten gaan en brak z'n hoofd erover. Hij ging terug aan z'n pc zitten en las het skype-gesprek nog eens opnieuw. Hij zag ook weer de foto die Ronny had genomen en besefte dat hij tijdens hun ontmoeting ook vaak met zijn smartphone in de weer was geweest. Hij vroeg zich af waarom hij het in zijn hoofd had gehaald om zijn adres te geven en terwijl hij zichzelf suf piekerde logde Ronny zich weer in."Dag slaaf!" stuurde Ronny.