<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">As he ties me to the bed, I struggle against his powerful grasp. He claws at my violet halter top and black mini skirt and tears both. My silk panties are visible through the ripped slit, and I feel a breeze blow up my thigh. One of my breasts is bared as my halter is ripped, and he takes the opportunity to lick and suck at my exposed nipple and breast before turning the attention back to Louise. I hear her begging for him to not tear her clothing, but looking at my torn blouse and skirt, I fear her request may be pointless. I gasp back tears as I feel the cool air on my exposed breast and filtering up my thighs. I struggle with my bonds, but I am tied too tightly. Feeling a bit scared, I begin to whimper. <br/><br/>"Leave her alone! Don't you hear her begging? Let us go...I just want to go...*sobs*" I cry out as he begins to claw at Louise's clothing, too. I hear ripping fabric, and I close my teary eyes as I pull at my bound hands...</span></span>