“I’m not going to wonder about anything.”She looked at her watch and saw that it was just approaching nine on that cloudy morning. It had been a...most an hour since Sergeant Thibodeau had roused her from her seat in the TV room to begin the process of releasing her. She did wonder what time Cal had started out driving the day before in order to arrive in Presque Isle at eight in the morning.“I told myself that I wasn’t going to wonder about anything,” she reminded herself. “That’s Cal’s business. When she did her movement had placed her pussy directly down on my not hard, but not limp dick. She let out a low moan and went on lotioning her other foot, but now she moved in tiny circles. It was very obvious to me she was doing this on purpose, not just part of lotioning her foot. More to the point my cock was now being directly massaged by her wet pussy. I wasn't about to grab hold of my cock and guide it in her, which is what I thought she wanted me to do. No, if she wanted it she'd have. She had plotted and waited for the perfect time. That time was now. She just had to make this work! ‘Lissa?’ She smiled at his childhood nickname for her and blew out the deep breath she didn’t know she had been holding. ‘Yeah Uncle Robert, it’s me.’ ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘Oh yeah… yes. Everything’s fine. Well kind of fine. See I’m in a bit of trouble—’ ‘What’s wrong? Where are you?’ he interrupted. She could hear the anxiousness in his voice and couldn’t help looking at Jen with a smile.. The sun was now bright in the sky, and Sylvie started to feel alittle hungry. She tried to remove the gag as she moved ever slowly towards thebarn, but, it was fastened behind her, and out of each. Eventually, Sylvie saw the barn, only twohundred yards to go, freedom. She could feel it, taste it, even thought shestill had to drive home in order to release herself. Less than fifty yards, she could tastefreedom. Then suddenly, that noise she had heard earlier resounded in her ears.The.