He then ties my hands to my headboard and again ties my legs to my thighs this time to expose the wetness he had created. He runs his finger over it. ...Why are you so fucking wet? It's like a river." I kind of took that as a compliment but I answered that I did not know. He took that answer and looked at me so sadistically with his dick still out and hard. The wonder of his next move excited me. I take a break from my day dream. There is a feeling building up in my stomach; my heart is starting. He wrapped them very tight. He continued wrapping her neck and her head completely without leaving any opening. Then he adds the second layer from her toe to her head, and then the third layer was applied. John took a plastic bag, and slides it over the wrapped head. Then he took a new roll of cling wrap and wrapped Jenny’s head repeatedly until the whole roll was used up. Jenny twisted and wriggled hot and unable to breath. Instead, John lifted her feet and lean them on his shoulder. He tore. She only sat there in her car, scared half to death as she kept trying to calm herself down, she didn’t think she had done anything wrong, so why was she being pulled over?The policeman opened his door and stepped out, walking over to Marci’s window leaning down as she looked towards him, her hands shaky. He seemed to appear to be in his thirties, at least 6’1”, light-skinned and had a very broad, muscular chest, which filled out in his uniform nicely. His striking blue eyes iced her over for a. Both his wife and daughter sat in on our discussion from time to time, and both seemed to enjoy their husband and father's obvious discomfort as he squirmed between us. The slaves served us a light meal, and the wife followed us to the back door and as we parted, she put her hand on my shoulder and said, very quietly and sincerely, "I hope you will return."I turned and faced her and since I was down a step, our faces were on the same level and only inches apart. She smiled, melting her stern.