They had promised not to stop if they saw people, yet they held out hope.A very strange silence filled the atmosphere as they drove the entire length ...f the street, ever weary of what might lurk behind large bushes, concealed porches, and closed doors. Missing from sidewalks and front lawns were shopping carts and it seemed that everyone had abandoned the town in a mad dash.The street gradually rose at a slight grade for several blocks and past solidly built residences with sweeping front. A mix of annoyance from work, the wine and a “well, don’t you think your wife looks sexy” perspective meant she wasn't too bothered about it.I heard the bottle being opened, some glugging of wine being poured, a clink of two glasses and then a pause. I stayed in the kitchen, keeping out of the way.I saw both come into the kitchen. I leant back against the worktop, glass in hand. Paul stood on my side, Alice faced me leaning back. Alice asked if I enjoyed working with Paul, “Of course”, I. She unconsciously rubbed between her legs as she started the story with her eyes closed. She started off. Heres what she told me to the best if my recollection. It was a warm July evening and the muggy weather made her dress rather scantily. She wore a flimsy spaghetti strapped summer linen white dress that barely went past her rounded tight ass. She was wearing a white lacey bra. Her tits stood at attention without one though! Her little sandals were flat and smelled of new leather. She. The idea of being REALLY sell-able property was exciting and hot. Her cunt warmed up and her hole widened. Her inner legs dampened. "Oh yes, Lord. I'll sign. I'll sign right now." Jack smiled. "I knew property would. It will make me very pleased." At that property picked up the pen and signed.Jack bound property's hands behind her back and blindfolded her. He quietly slipped the contract into a manila folder. He led property to his van and had her climb in the back. He fastened her wrist straps.