She moves towards the window, her naked body looking stunning in the sunlight. Silently I move. The hood immediately removes her sight. Holding a cold...butter knife to her throat I Whisper, “Don’t scream and you will live through this.” As I say this both of her hands go for the hand holding the knife. “Don’t move. Are you going to scream?” She shakes her head.Pulling her hands behind her back, she hears the clicks of the handcuffs as they close. I slip fingers under her left boob. Her heartbeat. "I don't know what I need conditioning for, anyway," Danny complained from the back seat. "It's not like I've been sitting on my dead ass all summer. All that up and down off the engine, and all the volleyball I've been playing with Marsha, I'm already in game shape." It's a pain in the butt," Josh agreed. "He's got me scheduled for a night run tomorrow night, and I'll get back just about in time for morning practice. After I've been up all night, I'm really going to be in great shape. Maybe I. She started writing a response, stopped, erased, and rewrote it. Anything? I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, so I wrote, What do you mean? She shrugged, and the next thing I know, her hand reaches across my lap and rests on my thigh!I couldn’t move a muscle. I watched with fascination as her slim fingers slowly crawled their way to the tent in my sweats, paused for a moment, and wrapped themselves delicately around my cock. I was in absolute shock. She gave a few small pumps, paused, then. Then she asked him to dance and while they were close together she whispered in his ear what she was offering. Her husband could see him nod and when the dance was over they headed for the room.His name was Jeb. He lived in that town and was currently unattached. He was a carpenter and a few years older than them but polite and decent looking.They’d had plenty to drink so Buffy got down to business. She unbuttoned her blouse and turned around to let him unfasten the bra she wore only for.