Hayly looked scared and helpless, and Garret was loving it. A bulge was growing ever so slowly in his pants, but it finally reached its maximum limit. Hayly breathes became hard, and she tried her best to not moan, or whimper. She tried to turn the knob, but nothing. “I got the toys, is she warmed up?” “Oh man, you have no idea. Hayly’s breathes became harder, her heart starting racing. You aren’t going anywhere, and no one will be able to help you.”
Hayly’s legs grew limp and she dropped to her knees, he head hanging in disappointment. Dale brought out a bottle of chloroform from his back pocket as Garret handed him a rag. He gave it a little squeeze, her nipple a little pinch and twist. “Stop! He started at her shoulder, down to her right breast. Garret slowly walked up from behind and grabbed her by the breasts in surprise. “Whatcha guy’s doin’…?”
She heard some whispers and a small laugh after wards, then silence. STOP!”
She shook her head profusely, grunting and squirming.
