She was getting stronger, as tonight’s visit had us sitting across from each other at the picnic table on the covered patio of our old house, the pa...io we had built together just after we’d bought the house. Everything seemed correct. The placement of the table, the barbeque grill we’d built into our outdoor kitchen, the Don Juan roses climbing up trellises on both sides of the patio were perfect. Our house sat at the southern end of the Robledo Mountains facing North and South. The top of. He grabbed a row of masking tape and put two strips down on the floor on each side of his chair. Then he described the challenge:I should strip off my outfit and straddle him, putting each foot on a piece of tape. If I could hold that position for thirty minutes, then he could only reason that I truly did not want to fuck. But if I would fail to keep the position, then I would slide down onto his cock. He smiled and said it was not big deal. Most women could do it…I stood there and looked at. "I'm one of the, boys won't marry her kind, she's just a tramp." she said echoing his mother's words.He nodded his head again."Jason, what do you want?" she asked her giggling tone now gone.He breath was coming faster, he would die if he told her.She moved closer, he could smell her perfume, a heavy musky scent. She removed her hand from his thigh and moved it up to rest on his shoulder, she squeezed again, then her hand slid along to the back of his neck, she pulled the short hairs there,. “Go get the van,” he told Joey, as he moved toward the figure slumped on the concrete of his own driveway. Gunther had a gag, duct tape, and plastic ties to secure their victim with, and Joey arrived with the van just after he finished.“This old fart sure is heavy,” Joey complained, as he and Gunther moved the unconscious Greg into the van before they left.I awoke with a splitting headache to find myself tied to a metal chair with my arms secured to the arms of the chair and my legs secured to.