Actually, it was easy. I managed to sneak up behind him and chop his wrist with the edge of my hand. That was the one holding the jug, and he released...it the moment the bones in his wrist shattered.He screamed in pain, just as one would expect, and tried to run toward the parked van. I kicked his left knee and shattered it, so he dropped before he could get more than a couple of feet. The fuel jug had some sort of fail-safe cap on it, and it sealed-off as soon as the thug dropped it. I ignored. Then he placed my top, purse (containing my panties), my jacket (which had remained draped over his arm the entire time) and my bra into the trunk and closed it with a loud thump.We heard an engine and then saw the lights as a car came down the ramp from one of the floors above. He pushed me back towards the front of my car, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I had my arms around his neck and kissed him back with everything I had.The car passed. Slowing as it did. The horn sounded but. At this point, her ass cheeks had marks on it.“Say you want more.”“I want more, daddy!” She moaned.“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I said.I went slower, grabbing her buxom breasts with each stroke. I kissed her upper and lower neck. It all came to me the emotions I had for her that I didn’t understand. Hunger…“Ugh…”Lust…“Mmmm…”And downright desire.“Turn around, let me see you,” I said, hungrily.She turned around and put one leg up on the bar. I inserted my rock-hard dick in her. I looked at her in. ”Zania had little choice but to follow him out to the back, “Here is standard,” he announced, showing her basically a horse stable stall with a table for food and drink bowls, and a TV. He pointed to a closed door, “That’s deluxe, but five hundeed dollars a week won’t buy that,” he said and finally he showed her the basic, like a broom cupboard. “That’s basic."he explained.“You can’t even turn round in there,” she protested. “Yeah but it saves having to use a strait jacket” he explained,.