Sugar was designated as the backup drone pilot, observer, and navigator.Having traveled back and forth on Interstate 70 between Columbia and St. Louis... they knew the road was clear of vehicles, though the occasional burned out house or barn was still a disturbing distraction. Making good time, they reached Lambert Field in something under two hours and stopped to stretch and switch off drivers. Nothing had changed much in the area of the airport, but on the field itself, all the runways and. Show me how much you want my cock inside you.” With one swipe of the sharp knife, her bonds were sliced and blood rushed back to her arms. Despite their numbness, she immediately reached down with eager hands and awkwardly spread her pussy lips. The cool sea air caressed her exposed clit as she waited for his thick cock. She made a hungry noise as he finally touched the head of his dick to her pussy. Instead of plunging in like she expected, he began to rub the head along her slick. “Okay, bitch, let’s go to your cell.” When Brian reached for his boxers, James yelled. “Put those down! You’re walking naked bitch.” “Don’t make me do that,” the muscular convict pleaded. “Please, I don’t want anyone to know.” James snickered. “Are you ashamed, faggot? Too bad, bitch. You thought you were gonna rape and humiliate me because I’m smaller and younger, but I turned the tables on you. Now you are nothing but a big queer muscle bound bitch. Get over it, faggot.. He immediately complied. "Is there anything I can get for you Marilyn?" "Well, I could use a cup of coffee, but I can get it for myself." "Jason will get it. As I said before, he likes to serve." He reddened and left the room, shortly returning with the coffee tray. "Bring one for me too, Jason. Marilyn and I will have our coffee on the patio." Marilyn was almost in awe. "I don't know how you get him to obey you, Alexis. I'm going to have to take lessons from you." "I might have to start.