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Then all the other scenarios left her mind. She knew she’d been kidnapped and probably raped considering the fact she was naked. But who would do that? I mean she wasn’t rich so no point in asking for a ransom. And why would someone kidnap someone and hold flash them in a room with a window. I mean anyone could pass by the house and report suspicious activities to the cops. Her mind was going crazy trying to make sense of her situation when she heard footsteps in the hallway. Her heart rate got faster and she tried to cover her body with the blanket. He had put a temporary camera in the room just to be able to monitor when she’d wake up. So when he saw her opening her eyes and getting up he immediately went to see her in the room. He opened the door and went to sit in the chair near desi the bed. She recognized him immediately. It was the guy she met at the party. «� Good morning Princess. I see that you’re finally awake thats good. real amateur I assume you have many questions. Why don’t you let me explain and you can ask questions afterwards.� » bus She was scared and wanted to ask many questions New but figured letting him explain was probably the fastest way to have an explanation so she agreed. «� Good girl! I’m indian not going to turn around the pot. I bought you through a company that searches people that are easy targets to being kidnapped and turned into slaves. They allow people like me to choose the life partner we want, to mold them how we want them to be and to have total power over them. Needless to say this service costs a lot. Another dying on the way. You're not going to move unless I say you can.” I instructed. 'That is forbidden real amateur territory' she replied. Her fantasies of being forcefully taken by a stranger were apparently driving this imaginary occurrence, she thought. Is she upstairs? "Why were you sorry? He gives New normal hugs and kiss on cheeks. Have you given any thought to joining the National Association of Chiefs of Police? At first, people thought it was just my coping mechanism. In desi and out, in and out, deeper and harder than before. Both men looked over to the vibe that was still dancing around. “Well, I suppose it would be rude bus if I flash didn’t at least listen to indian what you have to say.” And what was he doing? His other hand still caressing her breasts lovingly and his other finger stroking in and out of her pussy. Jesus! “They're cute, and I can do it. You will not move or turn around.