He let me pull up my panties and jeans when I was done with my hair, only to pull them back down again ten seconds later after sitting me on the edge ...of the bed.I knew it was only going to get worse. There was already a small wet spot on my panties, just from all the teasing, but with the day he had planned, they'd be soaked through. My pants around my ankles for the fiftieth time, he treated himself to one long lick that went in and out and around, but then he lifted up my legs until I was on. How the hell would she ever pay her rent and pay all her credit card debt from just one job? If the factory didn't reopen soon, she was screwed, and knew it. Well, her night job pumping gas didn't start for another 10 hours--plenty of time to get drunk and sleep it off.One of the few luxuries she indulged in was cable TV. Flipping channels, she stopped when she saw something on one of the uncensored international channels that her cable company fed through on channel 183. A show was starting. I arranged to be late for work, and since it is my week to stay until after close, nobody had an issue with it. Used to be I hated staying late, but that's another thing that has changed. I went over to help her set up just before noon, not really knowing what she had planned, so when she met me at the door in a robe, I didn't think anything was out of the ordinary. She practically dragged me up to their bedroom, and then told me I had to tie her down before she lost her nerve.She dropped her. The car blocked the shot enough so that the viewer was not aware that Alison had taken several steps back away from the curb when she saw how rough the huge black men in the car appeared to be. Clare reached over and pulled her forward. Jones recorded Clare getting into the front seat as Alison was pulled into the back seat. The car sped away.Jones started his car and followed the Lincoln to the abandoned apartment building where the four men lived. His video camera managed to record, through.