This got the attention of Erica's guards; thought they outnumbered us, only one of them actually had a working gun. (This was an execution squad, aft...r all.) We vaporized all seven of Erica's pals, plus those useless bimbos; the only one they got was Polly. As Sue and Donna rushed onstage to rescue Geraldine (I was sure she couldn't move on her own), Erica turned her attention on me. "So you think you're hot stuff, huh? Well, taste laser, Throckbottom!" She pulled her gun at me. But she was. It was a lot of weight on her, especially in her present condition but I wanted her to feel fully consumed by me, surrounded, protected, owned. I supported a little of my weight with my hands and knees, but for the most part, she supported me.Sally seemed to respond to this additional mental bondage in much the same way she responded to physical bondage. She embraced it, welcomed it, staying quiet, waiting for me to make the next move. That move was to use the intimate and total contact between. She’s looking right into the camera like, Oh fuck, his cock is huge! He’s smiling, grinning.Just then, Jen comes in through the front door in her raincoat and red stilettos. Her hair is disheveled and sticky, her makeup smeared. She looks like she’s been up all night. She takes the raincoat off and she’s completely naked underneath except for the belly chain. No sign of her sexy outfit. She’s practically covered in sticky cum. Jen turns around, leans against a table, sticks her ass way out. Cum. "Can I peek?" she said, attempting to read my mind."No, so stop that. Save your energy for later," I said, then saw she had caught the hint."Okay," she said, moving closer to me to rest her head against me."You know what?" I said, leaning back a bit to give her the room she needed to lay against me."No... What?" Sometime while we're at my place, and only if you want to... I'd like to see your breasts again." Uhm... Why? Besides the obvious I mean." This morning when I woke you up? I could have.