I braid her long blonde hair so the guys who take her from behind can pull on it safely, bathe her, and drive her to the door. I hole up in the den wi...th my laptop and earphones. I catch up with work, and email, while listening to my blues. The sight of Kelly with another man, just the sounds of their pleasure, are like an ice pick taken to my soul. The husbands who take pictures of their swinging wives, or videotape them, are space aliens to me. I don't understand a man who could willingly. My eyes are pale blue and my complexion is typically pale like you often see with a natural redhead.As I stand here tied and unable to move, naked and having already screamed my throat sore then pissed myself I am now calm. I am still afraid but I have managed to calm myself with only moments of fear popping up from time to time. I suspect that whoever has taken me and brought me here intends to do something with me. Being naked suggests that I will be used sexually and the thought both scares. She was sorely tempted to strip and fall asleep on the spot, but pushed herself to wander through into her bathroom and wash. She tore off her T-Shirt and threw it in the corner, deciding that the best thing would be simply to throw it away in the morning. She slipped off the remains of her jeans, and peeled her filthy knickers off down her legs. Four days of sweat and grime had blackened them to a state that she had not thought possible. Naked, she stretched above her head, turning to look at. "I make face who do not understand.“Emily! You can not with her.”I walk with the palm of the hand the extension of the panties, I reach the hair I feel some perceptible tô touch, mixed with the lace fabric and the warmth that begins tô sprout... "She's a virgin, is not she ? " Yes." You need tô respect..." ... Your speech is tearful, dragged, that gives more boner. I feel the stick growing more inside the pants bothers, but it increases the will. "Men need, we know, but not who you're getting.