Eddie decides to you first.

Eddie's hand continues to stroke at you, making your nipples erect from the contact. It is not very pleasant, and you twist in his arms, trying to stop him from feeling you up.

"Oooh, like that huh?" Eddie growls into your ear. "Looks like I'm going to have a little fun with you."

You eyes widen in fear as you realize exactly what he has in mind. Your hands, secured behind your back, can do nothing, as his massive hands caress the front of your body, squeezing your tits, and running over your thighs.

"Damn, you are one hot bitch." Eddie gloats, his hands moving to the zipper of your jeans. You twist, but are unable to stop his thick fingers from finding it, and pulling it down with a soft buzzing sound.

"Stop it!" you shout. You try to smash your head backwards, maybe you will impact on something. He holds you securely, like he has done this before.

"Don't fight it baby." Eddie's voice becomes lower, tinged with obvious lust. "It'll be a lot easier for you if don't fight me.

His hands peel apart the top of your jeans, and begins to slide them over your hips. Your mind races, trying to figure out a way out of this.