What he wanted was Somers’ advice. How did you write something that hit the big money like Somers had done? Carl knew, of course, that a degenerati...e disease meant Somers now used a wheelchair. Was it to sublimate his wish for a more active life that he still wrote the Dara Cruft stories in which she loped effortlessly through jungles rescuing near-extinct species of moss and fungi? Carl did feel it for the old man, who had been a minor star on tennis circuits in the early days. You could. I’ve always wondered what it would feellike. This is my desire. I am your mistress. Yourreward for obedience will be an orgasm. Now get mesexually excited.”Betty then placed her hands on my balls and penis, andthe games began. I was really glad I had bought extrastrength Saran Wrap.*** I awoke to my arms being pulled. Betsy was tying me up.I looked at the clock and the plane was due in an hour.I told Betsy we didn’t have time, she told me to shutup and the she gagged me with. It didn’t quite work out that way in the Harlequin romance style I had fantasized. I stumbled over a saw-grass root and he was suddenly there having caught me before doing a face plant in the sand. That long time of starring happened, but not as I had imagined it would. I couldn’t take my eyes off his ever growing cock and his eyes were transfixed to my shaved pussy. His penis just continued to get harder, longer and thicker as it stood more erect. Eventually his eyes wandered between my shaved. .. !"I wished I believed what I was saying, but even more, I prayed that Jeff would! My heart was thudding in my chest and I wanted to break down and bawl, but I couldn't afford the luxury, not with my son in danger!"But Mom!" he cried, his face finally showing the anguish he felt, not wanting to drop the matter that easily."It's okay, Jeff." I tried to soothe him, "If we cooperate with them, they'll leave us alone when they're done, and we'll be okay!"At some point, I had realized that wasn't.