"definitely your boobs!" I said not taking my eyes off of them. She stopped moving and looked at me in all seriousness. "what about my pert arse?!" ...he said as she begun pulling down her panties and turning her arse towards me. Just then the door knocked and the barman entered. "room service, I have your Champagne, Miss Vorder-" he stopped talking when he saw Carol standing almost naked and posing. "thank you, barman. Just put it down there." she said as the barman shot me a look of 'you. Maybe her change of heart came when she saw what I was driving. She walked up and I lowered the window. She apologized for being so "bitchy" and asked if I wouldn't mind driving her home. I didn't. She thought about it for a moment, then got in. She thanked me, but almost immediately made sure I understood that it was just a ride home and there'd be no hanky panky. I kind of laughed it off and told her I had no ulterior motives (even though I really did). In reality, I never really thought. He is looking at me with those big scary eyes. Unblinking! He has a big, rough face. His big mouth is surrounded by pair of two rough and ugly folders of flesh one can hardly called lips. He is no longer smiling. Instead he put a finger across his lips signaling me to stay quite.He didn’t have to. I have already lost my voice looking at this scary monster. He dragged me inside. His rough hands begin to undress me. I has no power to resist him. I just stay still. I also noticed his massive. Now Gordon decided really to test the girl, something he had thought of several times but discounted as being just way over the top. But watching her a week later still obediently undressing before cooking her dinner, he was convinced she was ready. The first step was to email her and ask if she liked dogs. When she rather naively said yes she loved them but had never owned one, he went to the local dog pound and checked out the animals that were available for adoption. When the type he wanted.