.. ‘ Her thought abruptly ended as she noticed an oncoming car and turned the wheel at the last moment.“Stay focused Nadia, Alene’s counting on ...you,” She ordered. After everything Alene told her happened she couldn’t stop thinking: ‘Who is this Paula? What does she want with us? Who is this Angie and what’s her plan?’“Take the next left,” her GPS declared and she did as she was instructed. She was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by miles and miles of fields she came upon a house. “You have. “Turn around.”I lathered up and began spreading suds on his neck and shoulders. I washed them thoroughly, massaging the muscles as I went. His muscles were tense at first -- from work or sexual excitement, I couldn’t be sure -- but I felt him relax in my hands.I worked my way down his back. When I was done with the lower part I squatted. “Lift your foot.”He shifted his weight to his left foot and lifted the right an inch or two. I lathered up again and washed it, working the soap between the. I flailed wildly but they maintained control comfortably, and moved me over the bed and dropped me onto it on my back. Before I could even attempt to get up and escape, Tia jumped on me and pinned me to the bed with her body, while Tara went round the bed and handcuffed my ankles and then my wrists to the makeshift bedposts at each corner. It was now clear to me that when they said they wanted to experiment with me, they meant it in a sexual way. It would be completely non-consensual as I. Instead, Buck Nelson comes sailing through the air from behind Harold the Cuckold like a banshee from the depths of hell, and drops the guy with the only weapon he knows how to yield. If I had to guess, I’d say Buck isn’t much of a fighter either, but he apparently has this one thing that he can handle like a fucking ninja: a wine bottle. It shatters over the fucker’s head, spilling dark red juice all over him and making it look for all the world like Buck Nelson just murdered him in a single.