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She nodded, indicating yes, and the two carefully made their way to the exit."Sonny, that was the best." Sandy hugged his arm with both of hers, as they made it outside to the parking lot. "I've got to hear you sing sometime, the tambourine is optional though. Did you really used to play with that band, really?" Sonny turned quickly, so that she continued on into his arms, and then he put both arms around her before leaning down close to her ear and quietly started singing to her the opening few lines to "Moon River". By the time he got to "someday", his hand had snaked up and he was crossing both her breasts in style, lightly palming across her nipples. As she felt his hand moving across her chest, Sandy allowed herself to simply melt into his embrace. Maybe it was the unexpectedness of the singing, the quick collision or the almost lighter than air feel on her tits, but for whatever reason, at that exact moment, Sonny could have done anything to her, right there in the parking. Screams form in my lungs, but the body says no. I have no chance; my limbs accept defeat. The struggle is over before it began. A slight metallic smell teases my nose. Duct tape! He’s covering the burlap and my mouth; two, three, then four times around, wrapping me in silence. My body, limp with expectation, is next. Arms now immobile, I am pushed on the couch. My feet are lifted high. My ankles are taped together and my body smiles, as my screams echo in my head, heard only by my mind. I am lifted up and carried, over his shoulder, I guess. My front door slams and I am suddenly cold. My mouth still aiding and abetting the enemy - silent. I am gently lowered. Then I hear the trunk slam shut. I am bouncing now and then. I hear the sound of traffic, but only occasionally. Smooth road turning to gravel, after what seems to be hours and my body hungry for his touch. Exhaustion intrudes, sleep ensues, quenching my mind’s nightmare, for now. I’m awake as hands grab me and pull me up..
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