Then Tom very slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her nipple. There it was again, that rush of feeling that came from allowing a stranger access...to her most private areas. He was running his hands over her breasts, feeling every inch of them. He paused for a moment when he reached the scars, and Jenna thought that he might pull back, repulsed. However, he just pulled her to him and started to kiss her neck. She reached down and managed enough dexterity to undo his jeans, so she tugged. As she and Brad were getting ready to leave, she remembered meeting a few older men who had been crashing the party. She remembered them offering her and Brad some vodka. She couldn’t remember whether Sarah and Tim had been there too. But after that, the trail of memory ran cold. After the drinks, she couldn’t remember Brad and her actually leaving the party, or driving home for that matter. A shiver of pure dread skittered through her. Oh my god. We’ve been kidnapped. It finally sank in, her. She sat and sipped her wine and waited for Ben to arrive. Ben arrived moments later, looking as smart as ever in a dark grey suit and blue shirt and tie. He stood next to Belle and handed over a small brown envelope, it's always best to get the formalities out the way and Ben never held back about that. He ordered a round of drinks and they chatted for a while about general things. How Ben's work was going? Whether he was getting to old to settle down. He was only thirty-two but all his mates. My cock has grown too big for my jeans, so I slowly and quietly unzip them. I don’t want to wake my parents or little sister. Slipping my hand in my boxers, I gently rub my balls. The text on the screen is so hot. My cock stiffens a bit more, popping out of my boxers. I grip it in my palm and slowly start stroking it.Something feels different tonight, like I’m being watched. I look up from the monitor, and see you in the mirror, watching me from the hallway. My little sister come to see what.