If that look had been aimed at me I'd have been scared to death. What am I saying? I was scared to death. This was looking very ungood.I sat down in a...chair heavily and Keelin quickly sat down right in my lap. Turns out Keelin was a bit of a lap-scavenger; if there was an open lap ― mine, more precisely ― she felt duty-bound to fill it."Okay, they didn't report this to the authorities. Why?" Terry started to say something but I held my hand up to stop her. I didn't have her brain power but. He spread my legs wide apart, and started fucking me with a sods bottle. He began rubbing my clit and it felt so good! I asked that he go harder and deeper as I grind my hips down onto the bottle. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing my tits. I opened my eyes and look around the SUV and see a small crowd forming. A few grab their cell phones and start recording me. John pulls the bottle out and climbs in the back seat. He orders me to straddle the gear shift that's between the seats and ride it. "You've been voluntold." 'Voluntold'? Oh, great." Her reception to this tidbit of news was somewhat less than enthusiastic.Her enthusiasm grew, though, as the two students, one male and one female, showed her how they planned to do the survey. She'd be doing a lot of running, and actually be allowed to handle the feathered friends.I left her with them, after making dire threats as to what I'd do unto them if they permitted anything untoward to happen unto Marcy.The rest of the day was spent. His legs were weary, and he dropped into the seat of one of the FBI cars Whitaker appropriated from its owner. He’d been pushing himself on crappy ship’s coffee and capsules of caffeine one of the guardsmen had on her.“OK. Where do you think she is?” Whitaker asked.“I think she’s still headed to Russia. Pulling the girls off was a last-minute thing. They got tipped off, and had to act fast. But looking at that container, they’d planned on her staying there until she got to St. Petersburg. They.