An exchange

The scrawny man and the burly man were relieved of their duty and went to get a smoke. The van was parked a little ways away in the parking lot, and the group of men opted to fill some jerrycans whilst guarding the van from prying eyes.

A black man entered the van and took a good look at Wendy strapped to the floor of his van. A smile started forming around his lips and he took his chance to feel her up. "Man the boss sure has a good sense of taste" said the black man whilst groping Wendy. "I can't take it, the boss can't have all the fun with these" said the black man whilst untying Wendy's bound hands from the floor of the van. "I've got a tanktop and some pants for you, but you will have to put on these glasses so people won't immediatly recognise you. No funny business, one wrong move and you're gonna get it" the black man said whilst taking a gun and pointing it at Wendy. "What are you gonna do? Why are you giving me clothes?" Wendy said shakily. "I can't walk towards the public toilets with a naked chick now, can I?" the black man said with an evil smile. Wendy's heart rate sprang up again after hearing this. Wendy tried thinking of possible escapes, but having her hands bound and a gun pointed at her didn't yield many results. "Wendy quickly took the clothes offered to her and put them on.

The tanktop was ill fitting and stretched out around her humongous tits. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were slightly poking through the tanktop. Her breasts were having a hard time not spilling out with every movement Wendy made. "Come on, quickly, on your feet bitch" the man said pointing to the exit of the van with his gun. Wendy set foot on the parking lot and looked around to get her bearings. She stood in a largely unoccupied parking lot of a run down gas station in the middle of a barren landscape. There were barely any cars driving past. Wendy felt the gun poking her in her back, she wanted to smack the man. But her hands were once again tightly bound behind her back. "Hey man were are you going?" the driver of the van asked? "None of your business, last time I checked I'm the one in charge here until we deliver her to the boss". The driver backed of. "Now walk towards those toilets, and no funny business" the man said, poking Wendy's back with the gun. Wendy walked slowly as the man was walking closely behind her concealing his gun for the most part. Her tits stretching the tanktop to the max of it's ability and jiggling and bouncing with every step she took.