She even happily opened her mouth for the gag. The cuffs where a little tight, but, she wet, and getting in to it. She got a little concerned when t...ey started cutting her clothes off, what would she wear home. A Frat-boy tee, hehee, she giggled to herself. She really had no fear right up until they tasered her u*********s. She woke tied splayed to a dirty table. This Was Not A Frat Party! There were a bunch black men in saggy jeans and leather; there was motorcycle junk all around the room.. It just didn’t work and I’d always run out about two-three sentences in.And as always I’d have to run, get back to work at the car lot, Wally’s demands.I’d started my job at Pepo, was really getting into a groove, detailing cars, minor tune up, light body work. I was investigating and discovering cheaper ways to detail and fix cars to make them look like new. All kinds of tricks evolved. I think the bosses were happy with me because I assumed to do so much. But they were also very busy chasing. "I lied," she said, dancing ahead of me.Cherry slept in the house, on a sofa in the living room. I slept in the truck. I was scared to be in the house with Elsie. I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.In the morning, Mary fixed us breakfast. An older man, a neighbor around 70, joined us."Jesse knows all about traveling in this part of Tennessee," Mary explained. "He'll give you some tips."Jesse sat down at the table and unfolded an old road map."Mary's done told you about the trouble. I was nearly home when the Hue and Cry came storming over the hill. A great possie of men on horse back.“Oy, you there,” some fat twerp shouted, “The Carriage was attacked, have you seen the young lady Calthrop?”“No, not as I know of, thee better ask at the pub, all the blokes is there sampling a new tart the landlord just picked up from Barnsley or some such.” I replied.“Idiot!” the Horseman replied. “They may be ravishing Miss Calthrop!”“To the Pub!” he cried, “Er where is it?” he.