She had been so frightened at first that she hadn't noticed her car was moving but now realized that she was being driven somewhere.She had been so frightened at first that she hadn't noticed her car was moving but now realized that she was being driven somewhere. "Wher...where are you taking me?", she asked. "I said no more talking!". He slapped her lightly on the ass. "Now, quiet." She felt the man's hand on her stockinged calf slowly slide down toward her knee. His fingers caught the hem of her skirt and begin to pull it up. Jen fidgeted nervously as her skirt rose higher. "Hey, Mike", he said, "you should see the legs on this one." His hand caressed the backs of her nyloned thighs for several more seconds then slipped in between them and began to massage gently working higher and higher up Jen's nyloned legs. She felt helpless as his hand stroked her legs and wished that he would just take her now rather than prolong her misery any further. "Please," she thought to herself, "just do it quickly and get it over with." Her thoughts were interrupted by the man in the front seat. "You know, he's not going to be too pleased if he finds out you were fondling his latest purchase.", Mike replied. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He quit massaging Jen's thighs and pulled her skirt back down. "What do you mean by purchase?", Jen asked in a small voice. They both laughed. "Exactly what you think we mean.", the man in front said. "We've been following you for several days. |