‘Things don’t change that much, mi amigo. A rock one day is a rock the next but for the advice, gracias,’ Capt replied as he folded the worn cha...t and stuck it under his shirt. He stood up just as a woman tourist timidly pushed her fingers tips toward his head, frightening her backwards in the process. All the group surrounding him backed further as he unfolded his six foot plus frame. Only the Japanese visitors kept taking pictures as Capt climbed back aboard his sloop. No one ask questions.. ” I yelp in painful correction.“That’s right.” He smirks under his breath.“You are here to be my play thingy, sex toy, SEX SLAVE.” Finishing with an over exaggerated eyebrow raise.‘Oh no’ I say to myself.“So that means I can doing ANYTHING I want to you. ANYTHING.” He says, putting away the current wipe and grabbing a purple leather wipe. My fear starts to set in a raise with every word he says. “Umm. So.” I start to say.“I did not tell you to speak slave. Only speak when I tell you to.. Melissa was laughing out loud, as Kathy grabbed her phone and took a quick snap of her friend. Melissa tried to turn but Kathy just got a picture of Melissa’s breasts and the back of her pink cotton panties. When both girls finally stopped laughing, Melissa eventually asked Kathy, “Do you ever wonder why our moms make us wear such c***dish clothes, when we are nearly adults?”Kathy was confused, “What do you mean”“Well we are both wearing plain cotton panties and yet my mom gets to wear all. For some reason Ithought of the number six, but in a flash, that thought was swallowedup as I struggled to release myself from the belt and the cloyingplastic of the erupted airbag.Eventually I struggled out of the car and I sort of fell onto thepavement landing heavily on my botty. The man was still trying tountangle himself from the seat belt and airbag in a vain attempt to getout of the car as I heard the now all too familiar sound of a policecar, eee ooring its way towards the stricken car..