The first couple of times were with my mother’s close friend Margie, then there were a few experiences sleepy feet experiences before this with my o...dest sister. This day was a Sunday, so my mom wasn't working, but she was doing things around the house and my dad was at the neighbor's watching football. My sisters were out again having weekend neighborhood fun, and I was home with mom watching TV. Around maybe seven or eight, she was tired and passed out on the couch. Her feet were dangling off. Picked him up and off we went. It was an hour route to the motel he booked so we got a little time to get to know about each other. He was keen on going to that motel itself, I really didn’t know why. He was constantly rubbing his dick over his pants and talking about how he was going to do it. I can see his dick shape on his pants and it made me laugh on seeing his eagerness. I was really enjoying his talks. He even tried to kiss me twice while I was driving and I was like hold your horses. First, I hear him telling something. I can hear the resonance of his voice but can't make the words. His voice is sturdy, yet tranquil.Before Jenny says anything, he starts to push harder. Slow and calm creaks of wood are set aside for strong thuds. Jenny screams harder with every push. The rhythm of the sex increases to a point that it dominates all other sounds. I close my eyes. I stop hearing the waves. There are only thuds and squeals.He asks something. His voice is sturdy as before, but. My mind wasclear and sharp. I could tell time passed, but I couldn't tell howmuch. Everything looked bigger than I remembered it. My cylindricalprison certainly looked bigger. Somehow the restraints were stillpresent. It seemed they adjusted in size along with my body.Additionally, there were what looked like IVs added to both my arms. Myarms and legs were pulled tight in a spread eagle. I couldn't movemuch. About the only thing I could do is turn my head.I was scared. Mentally, I was in full.