Surely they didn't imagine that hewould wear such things: frilly dresses and petticoats... a ridiculouspair of buckled shoes.He jumped from the sofa, ...tamped his foot on the floor and withpounding heart screamed at Jane, "You're not going to put me in thosedresses"; he looked wildly at Clara, pointed at her and yelled, "Clarawouldn't wear those things!" Of course she wouldn't," Jane said, "they're too small for her! You'renot being fair Francis. Clara only wanted to help. We've nothing herefor. I wish I was because its so damn dark. In fact it was so completely dark I was beginning to wonder if my eyes were even open.I tried to touch my face to make certain, but nothing happened. Nothing moved. In fact, I couldn't feel my hand at all. I couldn't feel anything. No arms, no legs, no nothing. I had no sensation of my body whatsoever.After realizing that fact I noticed that I couldn't tell which way was down either.I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster. She resists like mad and yells at me not to, her lips purse together tight, but I am stronger than her mouth muscles. I hook a finger inside one of her cheeks, I don’t need her mouth open for this. The fishhook goes through it easily, so I quickly attach the other fishhook to the other side of her face. ‘Face the ceiling little cunt or else the car battery comes back to play.’ She does as she’s told, her mouth is slightly open anyway and she’s whimpering which I like. I pull the thread on one. That thick ass white butt of hers started slapping against his legs and that's when he knew he was getting the job done. "damn Ashley look at that shit damn that's ass that's whole lotta ass right there!" he grunted, she was getting her fat pussy worked out, he gripped her waist and pumped his hard dick up in her pussy from behind she had never been fucked like this before. he was determined to make Owen's dick a distant memory. "am I fuckin you good enough?" he asked her. "omigod you're just-".