She started to struggle, but soon realized that she was unable to because she was also naked and bound, even though was not yet gagged. Taking a nice ...long look at the line of beautiful, yet helpless girls kneeling before him, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what was going to happen later that night. Noticing after awhile that Jessica was still by herself, he grabbed and dragged her and shoved her down at the head of the line, farthest from the door.After dragging Jessica over to the. It was everything a fledgling race car driver could want stuffed into 40 acres ... not hectares ... acres. Before the dreaded French Measurement. In that 40 acres was almost 3.67 miles of hell.The son ... poor lad ... didn’t care ... clockwise was as good as anti clockwise. On camber curves became off camber in the other direction. When he retired from the hectic and settled down ... he opened a school... ‘to keep his hand in’ or so he said ... and to satisfy his darling wife ... poor lad.Three. There was a satisfying thud as the large black bag fell off Joe's shoulder into the back of the van, shit what ever this was it wasn't a mouse! Joe tinkered with the zipper on the body bag, but noticed one of the workmen looking his way, "Later" he thought, and returned to the front seat. The white van sped away from the complex, down the road and around the tight bend. Just around the bend Joe steered the van up on to the verge. Cautiously he walked to the edge of the ditch and looked in, to. The curtain rolled up and shortly after that the door opened onto the stage. In strutted Sarah looking far more confident than I’m sure she was. She walked back and forth along the front looking directly into each room she went pass, not that she could see in but it felt as though she could. She wasn’t strutting so much as prowling. She made me think of a hungry panther the way she stalked around the room. Then the music started. It was smooth and sensual and Sarah’s movements matched it.