She spared only a quick glance at the spotlit stage as she passed: a tall, shirtless male in a leather mask was putting the finishing touches on a ful...y-suspended hogtie. He grabbed the sub's dark ponytail and cranked her head up and back to face the writhing crowd; in a surreal moment of frozen immediacy, the two girls stared into one another's eyes. Then the little latex blonde offered an almost imperceptible nod to the raven-haired slave already in flight, and moved on.At the foot of the. “Fuck...” George stomped back to Abe’s body and looked down at it. Then he paced back to the path leading back to the girls’ camp. Still nothing. “Fuck!”Joan reached forward to comfort the boy. “I’m sorry, George. Now’s not the time for revenge.”George felt her strong hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and focused on that sensation, slowing his breathing. Within a few seconds he actually felt a little calmer, more focused. He looked over at Jason and Dylan, who were both crying and. ”“Did he sleep at all?”“Cat naps, but only when I was on watch.”“Will Natasha tell them about his Spell?”“She knows she is off his team if she does.”“She still might though.”“Yes. She is still under orders. Not reporting something that significant, is cause for a court-martial.”“Your gut?”“She will hold off. Who knows what else that grabby bastard,” the last wasn’t said with any ... bad thoughts? Heat? ... not sure how to put it, “is hiding.”Possibly with affection?Maybe a little.“You slept. Because this was happening in the middle of a room full of people, with me occasionally looking over, and with her able and willing to also reach behind her and squeeze Richard’s stiff cock through his jeans, my wife was in seventh heaven. This went on for some time apparently with Richard again whispering in her ear that he’d "love to fuck her," and would she be willing to go for a walk with him behind some nearby garages to achieve that? She politely declined. I could not believe my ears as I.