They could unbutton your jeans, but they don't. The knifeslides along your hip and down the outside of your leg, slicingthe denim. When it has trave...ed down both sides, there isnothing holding your jeans on but force of habit. Someone yankson the cloth, and you feel it sliding out from under you. Inseconds, there is nothing on the lower half of your body but yourcotton briefs. You can feel the cold steel floor through thethin cotton. You feel tugs at the waist of the briefs, as theknife. He nodded his head and turned to see Brad with a black lanyard in his hand. His wife and family were all there.“I have much to learn.” Poncho shared.A yell went up. A familiar couple with one hundred Minutemen and women had just transported into the town square. After things settled, there was a loud shout, “Is there a promotion?” John Taylor asked in Spanish.Brad and Gloria stepped forward. Brad speaking in English with Gloria translating in Spanish, “Mr. President, we would like to promote. Something told me we should stop; that this was a step too far but something much stronger told me that this might be the best – perhaps the only chance I would have to make him mine.I felt my knickers being lowered as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth. Then for the first time in my life I felt another human hand directly on my naked virgin vulva. I froze, my knees automatically clamping together but he was too strong and my resolve was too weak.A moment later I felt a long finger being. When her head tipped back, hair dusting the pool table surface, I bit her neck and she groaned loudly."Thought you didn't bite."I pulled my face away a fraction. "I lied."Her voice was breathless. "Good. Do it again."Our union intensified, perspiration forming on exposed snatches of skin. She was a first-rate fuck but there was one thing I wanted more from my newest plaything. Trailing my lips up to her earlobe and nibbling it, I whispered, "I'm going to fuck your arse, Charlotte."She gasped at.