Her knees trembled as the men pulled her across the room. They stretched her out on the mattress. Clint tied her wrists to the head of the bed a...nd Sharon stared up in alarm and amazement. “Wh-what are you doing?” she whined. A new sense of fear mingled with her confused erotic feelings and had a hell of a effect on her pussy. She couldn’t understand what they wanted of her. According to the sex books she’d read with her girlfriends, men wanted to **** a girl. I noticed her nipples harden while we were talking. Was that because of me? I was confused. Either way it caused me to get a hard on. Luckily it was blocked by the table so she couldn't see it. I didn't want to scare her away and ruin my chances. I decided I should probably head home now."Thank you, Stacy, for that delicious breakfast. I wish I could stay a little longer and talk with you but I have to go and clean my room before my mom freaks. Ha, ha!" That's fine sweetie. And you can come. She made up her mind she was going to set out to find Sir Galahad. It had been four months since Amber had driven her Porsche. She was very surprise when it started right up. She figured her neighbor, who had a terrible crush on her, probably charged the battery for her from time to time. Damn, being beautiful certainly had it advantages. She headed for the Wrigleyville neighborhood trying to remember the exact street her prince charming lived on, but when she looked around nothing looked. Frightened sgevswitched on the bedside lamp, but outside of the coldness she could See nothing so closed the window, switched off the light and pulled all the covers over her yet the cold seemed to persist. Shevsuddenly felt something heavy like a body sit on thevfootbif her bed. She tried to call “Who,s there?” But her throat simply croaked a low sound that seemed unintelligible. Suddenly her body seemed frozen and she was unable to move. Latersge learned of sleep paralysis, but said as this.