As I went to close the cupboard door in my bathroom I noticed my little black bag, feeling a little nostalgic, I pulled it out and opened it. Laughing... to myself I dig through the condoms, cock rings, different flavored and unflavored lubes, and other sex items. I tossed it back into the cupboard and closed the door. I walked out with my suit case in hand, locked my door and headed to my car. I popped the trunk on my 89 skylark (told you I had a POS) tossed the bag in, got in, fired her up and. The door was open and the Mexican with the fancy clothes, Fran's Casanova, was standing inside looking at her."Ah! You have woken up, Chica!"His voice was soft but barbed with a hint of cruelty. Renee shivered, suddenly very much afraid. No longer was she able to keep that fear pushed out of sight. "Where are we?" Her voice quavered uncontrollably and broke."With me, of course." I want to get out of here!" Si, senorita. Nobody is keeping you. After last night," the Mexican chucked with his. She was also quite handsome, beautiful if you will, with a sharp jawline, patrician nose and deep-set eyes. A stunner, that is what she was and very likely still is. And, of course, she knew it.I stood, offered her my elbow, and she rose and took it, her gown loosely flapping. Up the grand stairway of her impressive home we strode and into her blue bedchamber where she turned into my arms and offered me her mouth."Now," I said, kicking the door closed, ignoring her open mouth and holding her. "Please Carly... please-"Don't do this…Her lips touch mine lightly, and she sighs at the contact, pressing harder. And I can't stop myself from responding, can't stop my arms from wrapping around her and drawing her closer. And I feel like I'm falling apart. Like I'm crumbling.I pull back, breaking free of her and I back away, my hands up defensively. My breath is uneven, and I feel this turmoil in me. Because I want to kiss her again."Why? Why can't you... tell me?"She sighs, crossing to her.