“I hope that you can help her Johnathon, I would feel lost if you can’t. I am starting to have feelings for her, more than I thought I ever would....��“I have noticed that your respiration, heart rate, pulse all seem to accelerate when you are near, Bee as you call her. As you said you have feelings for her, I have seen this before. I believe that the humanoids at that time said they were in love. Are you in this love prime?” Johnathon asked.Hartwell sighed, “I’m not sure Johnathon, never been in. Breathing deep and smoothly, she moaned softly and murmured to herself, “I need to O.” So, she gathered up the hem of her long woolen skirt and hoisted it nearly to her waist, slipped her fingertips into her panty, and began to ‘jill’ herself.I began to nibble on her nipple, and tug and twist the other, hoping it would help her over the edge. Her breathing became fast, shallow, and erratic. Her legs began to twitch. Then she arched her back away from her seat and convulsed. Finally, she fell. They all wore masks and costumes. A few people in costumes walked around the fallen angel on the bed. Their hands touched and groped the angel. The angel would whack at the hands or try and wiggle away. Amber did not know if she was a willing participant or about to get it against her will. Amber could not tell. This intrigued her. Amber could see her occasionally struggle. Her feet kicked and wiggled. Her hips bucked. Two masked people eventually held her arms stretched above her. She was wearing a sexy blackskin-hugging dress that left almost nothing to the imagination."What's going on here?" Arthur asked."We've kidnapped you," Lydia laughed."But why, Lydia? John, I can understand but you?" Arthur asked with asob. "Why are you doing this me?" You've been good to me Arthur. I may have even liked you as a friend,"Lydia admitted with a sultry grin, "but unfortunately I'm just not thatinto you."Arthur shook his head in despair. "Can you at least tell me what youplan to do.