It had to be three, if not later. Where was He? She tilted her head up towards the ceiling, no longer able to control her sobs. She cried out around t...e ball. Where was he? He said He would be here. He lied. He needs to be here to set her free. To release her. He wasnt coming. She was helpless, and losing hope. Her sobs became louder. She was getting angry. But her anger was only a mask of her fear. She screamed into the ball, but the red thing wouldnt let the sound escape her throat, and that. . these pants are tight hehehehe". Shortly after that we heard heavy breathing and small moans out of Connie, as this was happening I was holding Marilee from the back and playing with her pussy through her pants and she was squeezing my cock. I started taking her blouse off and she was pushing her pants down. Finally I was able to touch that sweet, wet pussy and Marilee moaned and pushed back against my hard cock. I hurried and dropped my pants and pulled off my "T"shirt and felt her. “Is there anything I can do?”“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefingers across the bartender’s lips and shyly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to ask.“Tell him,” she whispers, “there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.”Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting. "He signed off. Brett leaned back in his chair and fastened the velcro strap to keep himself from floating away. He was more than a little curious about their orders in this hastily assembled mission but he guessed he would have to wait a few minutes. Working toilets took precedence over orders any day."Computer," he said, "give me InfoServe prime bank. SNN feed." Coming up," the computer replied."Replay the last top of the hour update recorded." Replaying," the computer told him.Not many.