Where is she? Well, she has been driving for four hours. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was remote. Woodlands and run-down towns. God, she looks great. She’s so beautiful. I love the glasses. It makes her look smart. She’s tall. She seems willing enough too. Boy, he looks old, but he’s not fat. He’s tall. He seems safe enough. Oh my God, she’s sliding the skirt off over her ass. She’s folding up her skirt, she must be neat. She’s curious, she’s looking around. I wonder if she suspects anything. Where did he go and what is taking him so long? He disappeared right after I got here. How strange. I hope the shoot starts soon so I can get out of this creepy place. She’s got some long legs to cover to get those pantyhose off. This underwear smells musty. I wonder if anyone else has worn them. Probably him. This lingerie looks like it’s from the 50s. He probably jerked off to women dressed like this. God, my dick is as hard as it was back in Gary, Indiana when I used to roam the neighborhoods peeping through bedroom windows. She seems pretty stoic. Once I get her tied I can shift the propriety. “Do you know why your ankles are tied first?” Where the hell is he? This is getting creepier by the minute. Shit, now he is fondling me — I mustn't show that I am scared. I don’t dare say anything that will excite him — I have to play along. If I confront him, and it is my worst fear, I will have no place to go.
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