Looking down at the helpless woman as she lay on the dirty mattress, he grinned and slowly licked his lips. His eyes ran from the tips of her toes to the top of her head slowly, drinking in the sight of her, tied, helpless and almost totallly nude. In the dim light he could see the swell of her breasts behind the lace of the bra. He could also see the fear in her eyes. Her mouth, filled the with dirty, used panties he had found in the floor of the van, worked as she tried to scream or plead or beg. He couldn't tell which as the tape covering her mouth and securing the panties in her cheeks, effectively muffled her sound. Kneeling, he grabbed a handful of her hair, turned her head so that he could see it better in the pale yellow light of the camp lantern and rubbed the bulge in his crotch.