”“Really?” she said. “You mean you want all the details?”“Of course! What’s a story without the details?”“Okay, if you’re sure.”...She kissed me as she shifted her grip on my cock. “Well, he winked at me this afternoon as I passed the open door of his office. So I stopped, turned around, and walked up to his desk. And I said, quietly, so no one could overhear, ‘That wink suggests you’d like me to stay a little late tonight.’ And I gave him my cutest, flirty smile.” “He hemmed and hawed, of. “I’m your master now,” he said, his hand moving down her body, getting under her panties.“No!” she cried.“Don’t try fightin’ me now,” he said, his voice was commanding. “You’re mine.”***He beat her and raped her that night. He killed Mark. He kidnapped her. She woke up the next morning sore with bruises. He’d been bigger than Mark, and she was relieved that she’d been wet- if not, he could have torn her.She’s been counting the days. She’s been his pet for almost two months now. He used her. On the afternoon of her birthday we went downstairsto her flat and let ourselves in with her hidakeyand lay in wait. We sat in wait really and thenwatched the telly in wait. but when we heard hercar draw up we quickly turned off the tv and positioned ourselves behind the door.When Tina entered I pinned her arms to her sides whileSue put the gag in and bagger her head so she couldn't see.Tieing her hands we manoevered her out to the van and into the back for a quick disorienting trip roundthe. Marie had an innate sense of direction that had been augmented by her days of navigating the Mississippi before she became mistress of the Judson Naw'lins home. She determined that they were marching in a generally northwesterly course.Much later, she would learn that the band was marching for winter quarters in Palo Duro Canyon, well north in the Texas panhandle. They would be arriving late as fall was advancing rapidly. It would mean some vicious, windy, cold, winter days of travel before.