The shower went off a few minutes later and Jill stuck her towel-covered head out the open bathroom door."Oh good," she called to Denise, "you made it... Why don't you come in here and talk to me."Shrugging her shoulders, Denise got up and walked to the bathroom."Have a seat," instructed the towel-clad Jill pointing to the closed toilet, "and tell me all about your date."Denise sat down. "Well," she began, "things began a little rough. I was all dressed up and he showed up hung over in shorts and. “You don't want me to stop,” she laughed.There was a part of Damien that wanted her to continue. It confused him that it was winning against the other part of him. His hand refused to move to seize her wrist and pull her away from his crotch. His cheeks reddened as she stroked his crotch again through his jeans before her fingers reached the zipper of his jeans.Something's not right, a part of Damien realized. It was the part drown out by the powerful throb in his cock.“Mmm, I can tell you. ” She let go. His cock was so rigid it did not move when she let go. She went to a counter across the room. “I wanted to get you worked up, now I am going to take some measurements.”She came back to the table with a tape measure and a small box. “This is a volt meter. I use it to calibrate my equipment. Now I will use it to measure yours.” She began to get it ready.She was struggling to maintain her professional air. Her inner self, the sex-starved women insider her wanted Nate now. . They took me in and with their guns pointed at me they searched me and made me strip to make sure I wasn’t carrying any weapons. These guys seemed like they had been out here for a long time. One was looking at me standing there naked and he looked like he might be getting some strange thoughts. They spoke Russian to each other and kept turning back and looking at me. Then everything was about to change in my world.Two of the men bent me over and tied me to the table. Naked and bent over the.