I felt her hand grab my arm and I saw terror in her eyes as the thought we both had was that she was going to be ****d. She did enjoy sex, but had nev...r been ****d, nor had she ever had sex with a black man. We both detested BDSM and non-consensual sex. Her grip on my arm was very tight and she said to the black man, "Please don't **** me, don't hurt us, just let us go when you get where you want to get out. Please, please let us go."I then tried to reason with him. "Just leave us when you get. "If you want ANY of your clothing to be intact," Armand warned, "you'll get out of that skirt, NOW!"Sharon's hands scrabbled frantically at the snap and zipper, but only the fact that she took a step back gave her the required instant; Armand's impatience was at its peak. She stepped out of the skirt, but while she bent, Armand collected a handful of hair. "Come here and kneel!" he demanded.The hand in her hair left Sharon without options; she found herself kneeling on her knees before Armand. I felt good. He put his ears on my chest and pretended like he was checking my heartbeat. “You smell good too, even with all this sweat. Let’s see if your sweat is the correct consistency as well”. He licked my right tit and started making small circles around it with his tongue. “Salty” he said. I was giggling now as his actions were tickling me. He looked up and I smiled. The doc must have sensed that the coast was clear and he could do whatever he liked. The doc took it slow to avoid. “Are your guys ready?”Suddenly much more serious, Colonel Gast said, “They’re as ready as they’ll ever be. I’ve got everyone taking naps.”“Is your cell phone charged?”“Yes, it is. I’ve got it plugged in over there.”“Have you got a good signal?”“Four bars.”“That’s good enough,” Sword Manela said.“Do you think they’ll make their move tonight?”“Yes. They flew over early this morning. I figure they’re studying our fortifications and have figured out how to get past us without taking too much.