Jane objected. That dress was too valuable to her and complicated to get on and off. SHE didn’t object to me being bound and dressed but not in her ...edding dress. They overruled my objections as irrelevant. I threatened to leave but they told me that if I tried I would be tied up now. I subsided. Jane is nearly a match for me. Jane and Cecily together would be too much. It would be an undignified struggle but I would lose. Whether or not I lost now, there was no way I would agree to go to that. They smoke the precious plant from the surrounding mountain sides that acted as a d**g on them. Beta watched as the females danced to the sound of their chanting voices and the beating from the drum his grandmother held the rhythm with. He felt the d**g’s substances flood through him like clouds of fog and caressing hands as he watched their naked upper bodies move rhythmically. He felt himself getting stiff under his cloth covering his penis. He watched his father next to him as he commanded a. "Bennet, there was nothing you could do. Those goddamn buzzsaws don't show up on our scans." "I should have had him cuffed, Lieutenant," I said quietly. "Bullshit; you know that's not standard procedure anymore, not with half the perps having hand BodMods that they can just pop off. Remember Ramone Sanchez?" "Yeah," I mumbled. Sanchez had been a detective here; a year ago, some badass BodModded perp had popped off his hand, slipped the cuffs, then used them to bash in Sanchez' skull. Ever. You don't know - or care - whose hands they are. You are locked into an erotic experience and you don't want it to stop. You are roughly moved so that you're face down on the table with your legs hanging over the edge. You look back and Curt has your legs spread and is moving his cock toward your cunt. He enters you with a single thrust ... Unnngh! God it feels good. He is grinding you hard and fast. Across the table, John is doing the same thing to Joanne, whose face is only inches from yours..