So they decided that a van with 2 rows would work. This made it so that I had to sit next to Emma. I have to explain that I never thought she was into... me because she was a complete bitch when we talked, and I thought she was good looking but that was it so I never even tried. On the first day of the van all was as usual, I was groggy and my body was sore from a camping trip the previous weekend. Emma fell asleep, and her head leaned against my shoulder, I didn’t really want to wake her up so I. ”He nodded and closed the door.“I'm your lesbian wife!” Natasha beamed. She ripped off her shirt, those huge tits bouncing as she squirmed on the wide, leather seat. It was roomy in the back. My pussy clenched as I stared at her breasts.God, I had such a weakness for big, soft breasts. And brunettes... Natasha was perfect.“Yes, you're my lesbian wife,” I told her. “You have to do what I say all the time. And if you do, I will give you such pleasure.”“Yay,” she nodded, clapping her hands. "Yasmeen helpfully answers, "My door is also locked. Ms. Donaldson, this reminds me of a television show I used to watch called Bait Car. The police would leave a car like it was abandoned then when the thieves took it they would dis ... come ... bobulate ... able ... uh ... damn what is that word Zarika?"Zarika adds, "Disable the car and lock the doors. I agree Ms. Donaldson, I think this car has become a trap."I look up and notice the damn symbol on the rear view mirror and silently swear (I. "Madame realizes, of course, that the belt is an orthodox way of convincing ones property to do its bidding. We Arabs are noted for the more subtle methods of gaining obedience. Do you wish to test them?"Jean glared at him through hate filled eyes, refusing to speak. She was afraid her voice would crack from the fear that dwelled underneath. She was determined not to show it. He might conquer her body but he would never conquer her spirit again as he had the other night with drugs. She would.