As she spoke, he went through the checklist of supplies. Blindfold; check. Duct tape; check. Knife; check. Riding crop; check. Food and water for two ...days; check. He would grab some suitable clothes for riding from her house. He arrived just as she was finishing her story of rejection from that night, talking about how she just want to get fucked.He thought to himself, "she'll regret that wish soon. Or maybe not."Wait, someone is at the door," she said, and heard her put the phone down. He. She placed the desert on the desk and turned to face Anthony. With one hand on her hip and her right foot tapping, she extended her hand. “Are you finished defiling my Louboutins? Can I have my shoe back?” she half sneered to emphasize how upset she was over the ordeal. Anthony nodded as he handed Rachel the stiletto. He half turned away from his Aunt, tucked his cock back into his pants and pulled up his zipper.Rachel was very angry at Anthony and the tone of her voice conveyed it clearly. “It. So kishore had to leave. This same thing occurred the next consecutive two days where she would press her self to the window and allow him to feel her breasts though she did not actually show him her breasts. On day 4 when he tried to do this she refused point blank. Khishore asked why, she replied, “you do all this and go away i am left here for the rest of the day with nothing to satisfy me and remaining hot through out the day”. He told her, i can do everything you want but the door is. Despite the day’s conditions Michael had his travel planned out just like many times before. The trip was long and would take two days just driving during the day. His next destination was a small town with an inn that he’s stayed over at countless times before. As he drove along various building strips of rest stops, bars, and homes Michael slows and pulls over to a gas-station for fuel and drinks. Parking near a dispenser he notices a woman further up the road holding up a thumb. Wondering.