Some foolin' that's all. She loves you not me. I mean it man," said Alan. "Shut the hell up, Alan! You weren't getting' into my pants tonight and you... know it," shouted Adrienne. I was still standing kinda half in and half out the front door. "Fuck you," I said to him, "her too." "What did you say asshole," said Alan, as his demeanor suddenly morphed. "I said to intercourse yourself, fuckwad, and her too!" He came at me and I laid him out, easy-peezy. "I ain't gonna be standin' in your way. You won't be for long."Of course, with that as an answer, I renewed my struggles. I might not have died from the fall, but I didn't want to experience the chance.My captor chuckled. "Fight all you want. I'm strong enough to haul you over the edge without touching anything more than your cuffs."Panic can be a wonderful thing. It can get your blood flowing, your adrenaline racing. It can also put ideas into your head that weren't there before.I thought again about my cuffs. Earlier I had been. We drove to an area just off Junction 9 off the M62 which is a site many people use to go dogging - it's kind of quiet there, not much traffic flows through there. I remember feeling many emotions that evening, I was nervous, excited, scared but extremely turned on. We pulled up and walked down a path, where one side is lined with trees. We walked into the trees and found a nice little spot. The guy I met with slowly started to massage my cock through my jeans - with seconds I was rock hard. He. I told her this could actually wind up being fun some times.By now we both had to pee pretty bad. We went to our new bathroom and got into the little shower. I got on the floor of it as Steph stood over me and let loose with a stream that started hitting me right in the face and then worked it on down my chest. Then she got down and I did the same for her. We bought a bunch of cheap small towels to wipe off with, we figured we'd go through a lot of them.After we dried off I asked Steph to.