"George, let me tell it okay. I'm nervous enough." Why?" I turned to look at her."It seems harder with Mr. Wilkins here, I don't know."We climbed aboa...rd, Fred untied and got in. We backed out and headed off. "Want to drive Cindy?" Fred invited."Ooh Mr. Wilkins, sitting with you isn't going to help me tell George." Why the problem, you told me easily enough about the other morning?" I asked with concern."Yeah but it's like, well, with Mr. Wilkins being near it's like we're still in the shower,. I brought it back with me. I stamped my feet on the rug and shook enough that I stopped dripping. I got a towel and dried off. Then I stood near the stove and handed her the purse. ‘Open it and see how much cash you have.’ ‘Are you going to stand there naked?’ ‘Until I’m dry, yes. Haven’t you ever seen a naked man before?’ ‘I have!’ She opened the purse and pulled out the wallet from inside. I saw her drivers license, insurance card and two credit cards inside. She opened the area where most. The poor wretch is frantically looking up and down from her already red and swollen breasts, now clearly being presented for further torment, to the torturer, who is retrieving items from a table. “Let’s stretch those out and start with some needles, then go from there,” the rich customer orders. “Nooo please…not my tits again,” the very young but well-endowed slave begs. But to no avail. The torturer silently obeys his instructions, showing her four long, sharp items that will soon penetrate. He knew she would be home alone tonight. He sat outside her house and watched as the lights went out. He waited an hour to make sure she was asleep. He reversed into her driveway. It led to the back of the house where the backdoor was. He grabbed the clothe bag for her head and the rope he would tie her with and the small bottle of chloroform and a small rag to use. He put his black ski mask on and his black gloves. He got out of the car and found the door key hidden under the porch. He entered.