"Pretty, pretty. Take off your sunglasses."My wife used her free hand to comply, blinking into the horizontal rays of the sun, searching out the eyes ...f the woman who had suddenly taken control but unable to see them in the contrast of light and shadow."What's your name, my pretty little tourist?" Shiann," my wife mumbled. I was amazed at the inexplicable control this woman wielded. Had they drugged my bride's drink back at the resort?"Cheyenne, like the Indian tribe?" No, miss. It's pronounced. We're not going to have time to check targets or secure the area before we move in. Anything that gets in our way is likely to be shot." I could almost hear him shiver."I remember their eyes," he whispered. "I still have nightmares about that. What more can I do to help?" He asked. He was sincere."Pray for us. This is not going to be pretty. Pray that every one of my special girls comes back ok. And have those troops ready to clean up the mess and keep the reporters out when we're done. Make. ”I gave Paul the finger as I popped his head out with a lusty spray of spit and precut bursting forth, and then lifted his whole dick out of the way to go for his scrotum. His bloated baby-juice bags were big, but so is my mouth. I started by lapping at them incessantly, coating them in saliva.With my free hands I wanked his stiffening cock, it was almost all the way hard, and as it belted out pre-spunk, I took some on my hands and smeared on his balls. Then I added more saliva, licking the. Did I forget that I wrote Janice a card? Did this happen sometime last night? What was going on?"Oh my god..." Janice muttered, reading the card"What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card.Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..." What?" It says I'm supposed to tell you something." What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to tell me?" Do you really want to know?" Yes!" It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..."Hold on, I thought to myself. Why would.