We live in the northeast part of the country. We're well to do, belong to a country club, replete with tennis, golf, swimming, and a club pro that too...k Missy's cherry, last year!Dave's making THAT one up in trade.Don't get me wrong. It wasn't forcible rape, but Missy was only fifteen!But once my husband found out, he played major head games with the poor bastard. He even threatened to bend him over and fuck him up the ass, not that it would hurt the guy.You see, Dave's hung like a hamster, but. Towards the back stood a severe looking matronly woman, her hair pulled into a tight bun, her ensemble was conservative except for the four-inch heels she was wearing. She was waiting on two teens and looked disgusted with them. A beautiful young girl approached. I'm sure she was an adult but her straight sandy hair in a page boy cut made her look like she was sixteen years old. She wore a soft leather vest tied by laces in the middle and a leather mini-skirt, but the leather strap around her. Finally, as the sun peeked over the horizon, the man turned the car up a drive and parked it in front of a huge house, the only house Paige could see from where she was. When she stepped out of the vehicle, she was sure that this was the only house in the neighbourhood. Suddenly, the guy grabbed her by her arm and forcefully dragged her towards the huge door. He knocked twice, and a few seconds later, someone who looked like a butler opened the door. “Thank you, P”, the kidnapper said. The man. She rummaged through her underwear drawer and found the perfect pair of panties and brassiere to wear with them.After her shower, Stephanie pulled her hair back into a ponytail and dressed quickly. She had just finished when she heard a knock on the front door. Once last spritz of perfume and she skipped down the stairs.It was Darren. He wore his best white button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "Hi, Stephanie," he said. "Are you ready for our date?" You bet, Darren," Stephanie replied.