Trying to ignore the now-cold vomit stuck to her face and hair, she slowly scooted herself off the blanket and onto the cold metal of the van floor. ‘Listen carefully, Kitty. Sex Maisie had a classic heart-shaped face, sparkling green eyes and a pitiless smile on her face as she looked down at the helpless captive lying prone in front of her. It had a brass towel rail at one end and the floor was tiled with hard slate. She was lying on one side with her hands tied behind her and her feet were bound together. The rancid smell turned Kitty’s stomach again, but this time the vomit just trickled out of the side of her mouth and added to the pool. The pain was there, but it was no match for the wonderful throbbing sensation from her pussy. necessary. The second realisation was that she was cold and naked and could not move her hands or feet but, before that could fully sink in, the awful third realisation hit—she was going to be sick and her mouth was firmly covered with some sort of tape.
