In passage, they turned to Betsy’s bedroom where the light had been left on. As soon as they were in the bedroom Kenny reached across and taking her... by the right hip spun her into a half turn right against him, placing them belly-to-belly. Cupping her left breast (Betsy feeling it beginning to swell into his hand), Kenny’s face dropped down towards hers and he initiated a soft and lingering kiss. He’s not a quick bang man, Betsy thought happily, hoping that she was not jumping to a wrong. “Wow! Pretty redneck,” Sheila observed with a giggle.“Yup,” I readily agreed.Kelly nudged me in the ribs and nodded, “When they have a picture of the President that’s bigger than a bathroom mirror, you know it’s a redneck place. I mean, look at it! I wouldn’t have a picture of my own parents that big!” Kelly chuckled.I glanced up at George Bush Jr; it seemed as if he was smiling down upon us from the massive gilded frame that surrounded him. It hung on the wall behind the main cash register and. ?Come inside, you are now welcome.? She followed him inside and dropped to her tired knees as soon as she entered.?Follow me to the dungeon, cunt puppy.? He walked toward the basement door and she crawled behind him. Her muscles were weak and tired especially in her legs and back. She went down the stairs and into the dungeon.?Come over here, pussyface.? He said teasingly.She went over to him and knelt in front of him.Mark attached thick leather cuffs to each of her wrists. They were. On the wall was a large wire meshed rack with equipment hanging from it. In one of the anterooms she could see dirty tiles and a flickering low watt light. There was the sound of dripping water. Above her head a large rack hung suspended with powerful neon lights filling the room with light. The bulbs resonated heat making the room stifling.knelt in the middle of the cellar room was Cassandra. The blonde beauty was still duct gagged her arms tied behind her back her blouse on but also still.