The picture accompanying the story showed an attractive brunette, about sixteen, and something about the image made him stop and read the article agai....'Ladies, does this girl look at all familiar? Maybe from the shelter?' he sent to the three of them.'That could be Amanda. She was there at the shelter to eat, but she left right after.' Stacy answered. She sent him a memory of a thin, waif-like girl with dirty hair tucked up under a ballcap. She was dressed in rags that had not seen soap in a. One had alreadyspread out a black leather slave sack. Two picked up Shirley, placing her inthe center of the bondage item despite her best efforts to escape. They pulledthe sections up, zipped them together and applied locks. Cara had reached "88" in her counting when they pulled her to her feet.It took her a while to realize what they did to her. Only when they were puttingthe padlocks on did she realize she was in a slave sack. As has been shown before, the beauty of a slave sack was that. ” “Rough day.” I mumble back. I can feel his heart beating wildly against me. “Did you take anything?” I shake my head no. Relief makes his shoulders sag. I then feel my body being lifted as I'm carefully carried into our bedroom. He lays me in the middle of our small bed and I look up with a question in my eyes. He looks at me seriously and tells me to just lay back and relax. I'm more than happy to plop back on the pillows and close my eyes against the onslaught of symptoms still coursing. The key shots I wanted to capture were the ones of surprise or shock when they realize they are in for a real treat! These shots had to be genuine they could not be faked. I came up with just the plan to capture that moment.I had all the guys wait in the next classroom except one, Antony. I told him to find a desk up front, sit down and wait while I went down and got mother from the car.As I opened the car door she gave me a great shot of her panties and stockings getting out. She said.