She lifted her ass up a bit and I tried to peel the tights off. Not enough space. She stood up and down they came. I left them puddled at her ankles, ...her fat white legs shining in the dark theater, her white cotton panties skin tight over her pussy. She was barely on the edge of her seat and I dove in press on her covered pussy. Her panties were soaked. I tried to get my fingers inside her tight panties band at the leg, and it was like a lock. I pulled on the band at her tummy, and she arched. I'm lying on my side, and my wrists and ankles are tied together in front of me with lots of thick rope - tied together, and to a big thick wooden bar which is my only companion in the back of the van.It's clear what this is for - I know only too well.They are going to use it to pick me up and carry me around, like I'm a dead deer, or a pig being carried to the spit!My mouth has been gagged for the journey with a big rubber ball, strapped tightly in place with a leather strap. I wouldn't have. "Ms. Allen." She froze at the sound of his voice. She turned around. "Yes, Mr. Janes?" Come see me after class."She slowly nodded and left.*** Her last class was a bore. Driver's ed. She spent most of the class dreading what Mr. Janes had to say to her. She had no doubt it was about her being late. Despite the sick feeling it gave her, she also found herself fantasizing about him again. She managed to keep her hands off herself without the visual stimulation, but it was getting her hot. He'd just heard the doctor confirm what he'd feared themost - that he might not be able to get his life back. "I . I need to get itback." Even his angry tone sounded flat, lifeless. "I can't go on like this.I feel like I'm fighting myself. And losing."Dr. Ramirez set down her pen. "What made you suddenly get so determined tohave your life back?"Frank sighed heavily, still gazing at the ceiling. "The nightmares are back.Worse than ever. Only this time." His voice trailed off."Go on." They're.