“You always have to be on guard and have to be in control. You can’t drink and can’t wear high heels that would make your legs look even sexier....You have to be careful when and where you let your hair down. While you are definitely not submissive, I thought you might enjoy pretending you weren’t in control. I watched your face. Had you reacted negatively when I wrapped your top around your wrists, I’d have stopped immediately. As it stands now, you’re my prisoner and I intend to ravish you. We got settled in after the plane took off and I ordered us a couple of mimosas. As we toasted our marriage and time shared already, Mary was getting more libidinous than usual. I was enjoying her additional attention and quietly asked, "Do you have a thing for planes that I didn't know about? Or did that orgasm from the restaurant leave you wanting for more?" It's actually the bubbly. The stuff gets me all worked up for some reason. And with you here, it seems to be working overtime. Now that. "Drop it Best!" he cried, as he aimed his nine millimeter at Best. Best struggled to turn to face his foe, but was unable to raise his weapon and it fell to the floor, he grasped his head with both hands and screamed at the bright pain. Rick immediately grabbed him and dragged him over to the State Trooper. Derek collapsed unconscious. The women rushed to his side."What made you think to wait outside our house?" asked Paul."Well," Trooper Rodgers paused a moment. "It stood to reason that Damon. Amber gags and spits it out on the floor. The man took one look. Then he points the gun at her and says, “Lick it off.” Amber scowls again and licks it off the floor. “Now swallow.” She swallows, and gags again. This whole time, Steven had conflicting emotions on his face. I’m sure he enjoyed it no matter how unethical it was. The man motions at a now crying Amber to sit in the corner and points the gun at me and Roxanne. I sigh in defeat and walk over to Steven. The man says, “No. My dick. No.