Men with heavy coats and automatic machine guns filter out of the bunker base.“This is where we must part, Miss Roberts,” Sergey says.Samantha has...spent most of her time wearing a black hood, not able to see where she was or where she was going. The only time it was taken off was when she had a visitor to her cell or when it was time to eat. Usually the two happened at the same time.“Where am I?” she asks, though she has never once been given an answer to any question she has asked so far. She. May I take a message?”“She is in, otherwise you wouldn’t have had to put me on hold for her to tell you that. Tell her that I need her help, and see if she’s still out.”I got put on hold again.“Do you need bail money,” Mom asked when she picked up.“No. One of my toys is about to be raped by a sex club and I want to get her back.”“Since when do you lend your toys?”“I don’t. Her father’s a perv. He wants to make a man out of her.”“Not the same little trap I helped you with last year!”“Yes,. I groaned as they unsnapped my front attaching bra. Gently, those fingers wrapped around my breast, squeezing, testing, evaluating, and, yes, tantalizing. Thumb and forefinger closed on my nipple and rolled it back and forth. Desire raced through me."Please. For God's sake," I whimpered."You've lovely breasts, Karen. I'm going to enjoy them," he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to enjoy all of you. You're a very sexual woman. Why you've repressed it, I'll never know. But you'll repress it no. I assume a comment about her body. I felt that my presence inhibited them a bit, which was fine with me.When she came back with their drinks on a tray, she served them. She had to be sideways to them to avoid her tits hitting the drinks on the tray. The oldest and ugliest and most ill dressed man was seated on the end of the couch, next to the wall and windows. I thought of him as Mr. Ugly. When she served each man, she took the opportunity to engage them in conversation. It was her way of.