Recently, Rebecca had been flirting with a younger man whom she often saw when playing squash. One quite recent time Rebecca had seen him she had push...d the flirting even further. She purposely left her racquet outside her court and went into the changing room. She changed into bra and panties and wrapped a short towel around herself. She walked back out to collect her racquet and then bent down with straight legs to pick it up. She looked behind her. The young man was paying avid attention.. "You heard me. Pat knows her bra will come off the next time she gets our beers. She didn't, and won't complain. Steve, it's only her tits." Only! You're happy, and Pat doesn't mind me seeing her half-naked?"I gave Steve a short explanation. "You've only seen one side of us; behind closed doors, we love to play. That's what we are doing now. Pat will do what I tell her. She can stop the game anytime, but so far she never has." But how far are you willing to take this game?" Steve queried.I. They were kidnapping her. She didn’t know their names. What should she do? She looked directly into the cold blue eyes of the man who was obviously in charge and saw an expectation within them. She knew she had to ask. “ Please let me cum sir? Please!” she whimpered it. Quietly. Not in the way Jesse always demanded. The man remained silent and when Sierra didn’t say anything, he slammed another finger into her and brought her to the familiar rise to climax. She was at the exact point that. Granted, she would need to be standing on something, but the image was enough. He slipped it into his pocket, reminding himself to ask Naia about it later.In the kitchen, he heated up a couple of Eggos, loading them up with butter, peanut butter, and then syrup. He wasn’t very hungry, his nerves on edge, but he knew that he would need the energy for what was coming next. Swallowing his breakfast in ungodly large bites, he casually tossed his plate in the sink, then walked over to the door just.