He binds them behind me. Something sticky and tight. Duct tape. He slaps a strip over my mouth and then he relaxes, his chest crushing my back, the edge of the trunk digging into my lower belly. I can feel him between my legs through my pants. He’s hard. He’s getting off on this. His breath is heavy in my ear, and not just from the struggle. He grinds his cock against the juncture of my khakis. I hold myself rigid. He won’t do this here. It’s too exposed.
