Safe. xxx18 His long greasy hair blew in the wind as his window came down, and he flicked on the radio. Ron held onto the other end of the rope which passed over a pulley, keeping it taught. Raising her nearest arm, he plunged the needle into a prominent vein. He licked his lips in anticipation. “Please don’t….dont hurt me…why…what are you doing..please let me down” she cried out as she felt cool air playing over her parting pussy. He then released the cord binding her wrists. Ron quickly bound her wrists together, figure of eight, chafing her skin, fingers turning numb. “Wow – look at these pig, nice and long, all the better for abuse”. She was parched, the heat in the car becoming unbearable.
