” She felt like she was on a roller coaster. The moment it leaves the station, you want to stop, you want to return, but there’s no stopping it n...w. It’s going to happen. She feels the straps tighten and she makes a few noises just to test the gag, but it only turns him on more. The gag is tight now, and she tries to turn her head left and right, but she can’t find a comfortable place. He’s touching her gently, patting her ass, the ass that he now owns. He begins to mess with her mind.“Oh, my…. I offered her a ride in my rental car, and soon we were arriving next door to where I spent my early years growing up. It was an old neighborhood, but yet still well maintained in a better part of town near Clear Fork Lake. A lake that Ronnie and I had swum in and fished.Once inside Aunt Hattie’s house, things began to look somewhat familiar. My mother and Aunt Hattie had been friends, but strangely, mom never mentioned her after we left Mansfield. Over tea, we discussed reminiscences from. I thought Jennifer pretty much hit all the right notes with her outfit.For most of the trip, our conversation was pretty casual. It seems Jennifer had broken up with her most recent boyfriend just the previous week. I asked her why she had shown him the door, and she replied: "Because he was weird." I had to bite my tongue because I was thinking that she specialized in weird boyfriends."How was he being weird?" I asked as I turned off Broadway onto her side street."Well, he wanted to date other. Here, now, as he was circled by twoelaborately dressed figures Jim felt both confused and fearful.The women began to undress him, clothes were cut from his body andrapidly his former garments lay in a shredded pile on the floor. Hesquirmed, naked before the identically attired, hooded women. "Please, let me go I promise you won't see me again," Jim pleaded withthem. He wasn't lying either; he had no attention of ever coming backhere, Mrs Smyth-Carter could go to hell. This job was one Jim.