I looked down, trying not to think about how it would feel to be inside her. I put a hand by her head and grabbed my dick, guiding it so the tip was o... her asshole. I pushed down; the lubrication helped, having fucked her ass with two fingers helped more.Since I was thicker around than two of my fingers, it was not easy. Rachel accepted the tip of my dick easily enough, which gave me the leverage needed to keep from slipping. I stroked my dick with my hand to keep hard as I added more. We had arrived at ... wherever I was being taken. The car turned and slowed to a stop. I heard the pitch of the engine’s revving change as it was put into park. And then it shut off.The door opened.I took a deep breath and then moaned, “Yes, yes, yes, I love cumming! It’s the best. So warm and yummy.”The trunk opened.“Oh, just delicious. Oh, yes!”“Jesus, you bimbos are dumb,” the man grunted, his hands seizing me and hauling me up. “Now let’s go. I kidnapped you, and that means you’re mine. I. Even though I was a boy, he lifted me easily and laid me gently down on the bed. I looked up at him and saw the huge, almost threatening, limb as he bent over me and pulled the panties down. My body was aching for his touches. The sham was thorough in every sense, I said to myself just before I lost the ability to think. We didn’t stay in bed for long this time. I got up quickly afterwards and cleaned myself in the bathroom. When I pulled the panties back on I felt sore, but it was a small. High heels with at least 6″ spikes withstraps around the ankles. A pair of black thongs. Anopen half black bra which were wired and held up thebreasts but left them completely open. Large sizecondoms. Thank God they were going to use protection. Atleast that was what Margret thought. Also on the listwas a black mini skirt and a shear black top. Margret started to dress. Thank God the kids werevisiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn’t seetheir mother dressed like a slut leaving.