I can't explain it very well on the phone. I guess sometimes shit just happens."Bill rolled his eyes and replied "I understand, baby. We'll talk on Mo...nday. I have to go, my beer is feeling neglected." I love you Bill. You just remember that until I get home." Love you too, Hillbilly." Bill called her hillbilly as a pet name. She was from Kentucky and was a city girl, and hated that Kentucky had a redneck reputation, which is why he called her hillbilly.The dark was complete again, the call. She could feel the others around her, three of them by the sound of the footsteps. She didn’t know whether she should fear for her life, the men talking in front of her, but they didn’t removed the blindfold. She still hoped they would release her once they finished with her, Belinda just afraid of what “finished” would mean. She felt a hand on her head, yanking her head back, the hair follicles tearing in her scalp as she was forced up erect. It hit her, taking her breath away, trying hard to. Finally I proposed her and she to accepted day passed. One day I wake up in my home and seeing that my parents are ready to go somewhere. I asked my mom. She replied that they both going to my sister home which married and they get back in night only and my brains started works criminally and I went to bathroom and buzzed her. I asked to come to home and I said am alone and that am not feeling well. She agreed and asked me the address. I sent my address and outer look of my home via what’s app. So round and smooth and tight."Jim laughed again."It won't be tight for long," he said as I felt his fingers exploring my crack, sliding a lubricant up my anus.I tried to struggle, but with my hands cuffed it was useless. My cock waved in front of me like a tree branch as I tried to stop what was about to happen to me. The men each took a seat to watch.I was positioned over the desk with my cock hovering over the blotter and my ass projecting lewdly behind me, slick with lubricant, ready for.