Rabin. ‘The fourth day was the most shameful I have ever known. Perhaps the worst I will ever know, or any girl can know. By that time we were all l...ooking for the ransom. It was explained to me that my letter and the daily pictures were being delivered by an airline employee so that there was no great space of hours between taking them and my father receiving them. Twelve to fifteen hours if all went well. So I was always filled with hope.’ The teller of the story shook her head and grimaced.. My ass began humping backward against him slowly, in little jerky motions. The feelings kind of crept up on me. As my swollen tit mounds rasped against the wood, I suddenly realized that they didn't feel all that bad, that there was pleasure in their constant rubbing against the rough material.I pressed them down with more force on the next roll, enjoying the brief burst of pain/pleasure that shot up through my nipples and tit nerves. I realized then that my cunt and clit were shooting forth. You said that you would love to marry me, to be my husband. Did you, or did you not?” “Yes I did and I do.”“I will be your wife as soon as we can move from here, and be rid of, you know who. Till we can do all of that, I cannot be your wife, and you be my husband, but we can, do what we are doing, that started last night, till then, and that is to pretend to be husband and wife, inside of the house here, as long as it is just you and me, and then we stay mother and son, when you know who is in. .." Marcy!" I interrupted."What is it, Darling?" I didn't agree to go to the book signing." But of course you did. You said if I didn't hear from you by last night it meant you'd agreed to go. I called Harold with the good news late last night. He was waiting to hear with bated breath!" Marcy exclaimed, almost pulling off her sincere lie.I chuckled. My fault. If I hadn't answered her call I wouldn't be in the predicament I was in. "I haven't talked to Sasha yet." Talked to me about what?" Sasha.