Chapter 812 The Missing Bride:>>Ep2

I woke to the sound of skin slapping against skin. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was Homberto's skin slapping against mine. I was no longer at the bar. I was now in a house with Homberto and it didn't look like it was in a neighborhood in town. I looked out the windows and saw prairie for as far as the eye could see. I was in a little house in the middle of nowhere. "Where am I?" I screamed at Homberto. He was on top of me again, his fat, Hispanic face looking down at me, his mouth opened into an "O" of pleasure. I hated him so much at that moment. I wanted to hurt him, make him suffer but I had no idea where I was or how to get back home. I had no idea if I could survive here without Homberto. I looked around to see if I could gather any clues as Homberto continued to fuck my pussy.