And I love it...ummm!' He plunged into her once more for a few more strokes...and stopped again.'And now that you're my Mommy bitch, you're going to b... a good girl, aren't you, and do everything that I tell you aren't you...everything.''Yes, yes...I'm going to do whatever you tell me, Mark...I'm going to be your obedient bitch...ohhhhh, just fuck me some more...pleeease, don't stop fucking me, baby!'Roughly, Mark turned her round and pushed her onto the bed, on her back. Then he went over her,. While I was still holding onto the gun I tightened my grip around his neck then used what Peter had given me and suppressed all electrical impulses in his body. All I will say was that blocking the signal from the brain was easier than what Peter had to do to interrupt the power in a power grid. For the man that I was hanging on to blocking all of his body's electrical impulses turned him into a three hundred pound piece of meat that crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings. It?s called a burkah. Women wear them in some Islamic countries to remain modest. I think it quite becomes you. You?re quite the most modest little lady now. In fact we can see nothing. See. Even your hands are covered.?I peered through the narrow slits in the face of the headpiece and realised that there was even some fine silky gauze lining the face-piece. I could see out, even though the view was very restricted. There were only two narrow vertical slots and my peripheral vision was. Who are they going to believe?” Emma stated.“Well what do you suggest then?” Leah asked.“Just follow me to the back room. I promise if you just let one of them fuck you they will let us go home. I even have a blindfold so you can pretend it is a white guy.” The back room being a staging area Emma had setup with a extra cameras and a sex chair.“Well ok, but promise me you will make them wear a condom”“I promise” Emma grinned knowing she did not intend this.As they entered the special room, Emma.