Christian Knight was tall, around 6'2 and he had an atheletic, muscular frame. He had olive toned skin, beautiful features and exquisite grey-green ey...es. His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age than his other features gave away. It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered. She had auburn hair, freckles, and a plumb, buxom figure, with large breasts and buttocks.“Hey ... is she ... I mean ... I’m a bit rusty with this, being newly divorced, but are you dating her?” I asked the Indian fellow who had sat with her when she left for the ladies’ room.“Nah, not anymore,” the man grinned at me, which I found reassuring.“Thanks,” I said as the ginger returned, at which point I noticed a wedding band on her.“Um, excuse me, but are you married?” I asked her directly,. I was stuck in a place of panic because it felt wrong even though I was single, and I was stuck in euphoria because he was a pretty good kisser and he was attractive. We stood in the doorway making out. My panties were drenched by this time. He led me into his bedroom and closed the door. At this point I was filled entirely with good anxiety. He slowly walked over to me. I could see his eyes shine, and he looked so strong, so safe. He began to kiss me again and I let myself go. He kept. With a few swift cuts I was then relived of my panties and what was left of my nightgown. Now, I was hanging from the tree bare naked, feeling the bark scratching my back and the cold air on my skin. Again, total silence. For at least ten minutes they let me hang there, not knowing what would happen next. Worry and fear began to creep up on me as I wondered what they had planned for me as well as what had gotten into Kate! I knew she always enjoyed listening to my stories about Mike and my.