“Would you like to run behind the cart?” she asked me as we both sat down and buckled ourselves in. I told her that I wouldn’t, and she told me ...o shut up then.The rear-facing seat was the least comfortable in the cart. The others were padded, but the seat in the back was like an afterthought that could also be folded up to store golf clubs or groceries. The advantage was watching Charity jog with her hands behind back behind the cart when we pulled away. Her hands bound tightly behind her. "We just don't want to eat that swill. We'll eat as soon as we get out of this shithole."The deputy shook his head. "Ya'll ain't getting' outta here for a long time. Ain't you figured that out yet?"Matt simply shrugged. Jake didn't respond at all.They had been arrested just after four o'clock the previous afternoon, at a truck stop on Interstate 30 just inside the Texarkana city limits. The tour had been on its way from Dallas, where they'd done a show the night of January 27, to Little Rock,. Kate was kneeling on the floor with the cock gag still in place. Paul told her to grip it with her teeth as he looped the nipple clamp chain around the end of the gag. He pushed her head forward and down, demanding that she not let go of the gag. He pinched her nipples to firmness then clamped each of them. Kate moaned softly around the gag, her teeth visibly gripping it. Paul removed the bandana from around his neck and fashioned a blindfold to drop over her wide eyes. Working quickly, he tied. He kissed her again, and as his tongue worked inside her mouth, his hands undid her skirt, shoving it off her hips so that it could spill to the floor. His hands slipped beneath her panties, now fondling her ass cheeks directly. Lisa moaned in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her body. She broke their kiss, and pushed Bert away. Kneeling, she gripped his underwear and peeled them down off his hips. She smiled to herself at the hard cock that she wanted so badly. He was of average.