I lay there, a burning sensation runs through my stomach. I want to call out but think better of it. I test the restraints again and I know I am not g...ing anywhere. I start to struggle and make noises, hoping that "Pete my captor" will release me soon so I can take care of business. I hear footsteps coming closer to the bedroom door. I hear every little noise the door handle makes just before it releases it grip on security. The tumble of the roller inside the door makes a special noise when. My mouth watered seeing his huge hard on. My lips glistened with pre-cum and he didn’t protest. His cock was a bit too large to fit into my mouth, but he felt my best effort. His taste was far better then I dreamed, and I craved his cum. I wanted to be one of his many sluts he used for a night or two for awesome, powerful sex. I didn’t need any commitments or loving words. I just wanted at least one of my many fantasies to come true. Then reality could resume. I could tell in his eyes he wanted. ”He paused. “Do my wives know about the attack, Jessica?”“They certainly do! Frances phoned me for details, as the local police had notified her, as the next of kin, that you were in Scarborough Hospital. She was somewhat frantic about your condition, so I had to assure her that your injury was not life-threatening, and that you would get out soon. She was anxious about your future, and talking about getting a private ambulance to take you home.”“Really? I must ask the hospital here if they can. Then he leapt inside and grabbed thepinch bar he had been using to break open the metal banding on thepacking case. As he disappeared momentarily into the metal container,Sandra squealed for she thought Harry was abandoning them to the brutalapelike trucker. Her squeal proved fortuitous for it distracted the trucker again justas Harry was emerging from the container with the pinch bar ready foraction. The trucker was looking at Sandra debating what to do and Harryseized his second opportunity..