Gabby, a Bible Study friend

I remove Alison's gag so I can hear about this friend of hers.

“Gabby?” She squirms awkwardly on the futon clearly more than a little confused, “What do you want with Gab?” I laugh easily as I pull the phone back to get another look at Alison's friend.

“What do you think?” I take a closer look at the blonde in the picture. Her breasts are a little on the small side, but she has an even tan, her face is pretty and long toned legs are a definite plus. “I don't just nab one girl at a time from a rich hunting ground like this. I'll take three or four of you before it's all over.” Alison's gasp as she understood my intentions could have been more of her fine acting, but I get the impression that this is the first time she's considered what it might be like to have one or more of her friends ensnared by my net.

“This is the one you were chatting with after your Christian Fellowship meeting, right?” I set the phone down and place my palm on Alison's thigh, “I decided you were a better pick, but if I can lure her over later, I'll take her too.” As I spoke, my hand runs up and down her smooth thigh and once again I marvel at how soft her flesh is. “Oh yes, you are definitely the pick of the litter.”

“Wait, what do you want?” She asks nervously, “I have some money...” We both know that is a lie. I doubt Alison has even a couple bucks in loose change. For just a second, I wonder if maybe I should be giving her some kind of allowance, but I push that thought away for latter as I return to the present game.

“Oh Honey, you don't have the kind of money I'm going to get for you in the **** markets of Gor.” I continue to explore her naked body, feeling the firmness of her tits and the way her nipples tighten into hard pointed pyramids. I can feel her responding to this crude exploration. It is not until my hand pushes between her thighs that Alison finally protests.

“Stop it. I'm not that kind of girl.”

“Ah yes, well let's see about that, huh?” Before the poor young woman grasps what I'm getting at, I lift her ankles high into the air and settle myself down just in front of her sexy pink labia. “Let's see if you still have your hymen.” What follows is a bit of a struggle as Alison tries to twist away from me, but her wrists are still tightly bound and after a couple sharp whacks on the back of her legs she let me pry her open and finger her sex carefully.

“Well, that's going to disappoint the buyers.” I announce as I lick my finger, “On the plus side, it means I know what I'm going to do to pass the time.”

“Please, Mister ...” she looks up at me with her big expressive eyes. “Oh, sweet Lord, please have mercy.”