She wrapped her arms around me and forced me to take a steps backwards. "Whoa, shit, woman," I mentioned, losing my balance. "Shut up and fuck me," sh... ordered, pressing her boobs onto my chest. "I want some intimate time in my final hour with you too." I placed my hands onto her butt and made her thrust herself onto my manhood. Her breasts rubbed up against me and her head leaned back. I felt as if I was dying, being pushed to my limits, emotionally and physically. The very idea that I'd be. "Besides," he added, "we were sent to rescue you. They have lasers pointed at the chair where you were sitting. They would have incinerated you if you failed to agree to their demands." Do you mean the four lasers that are aimed at this chair?" I asked, as I pointed to it with the remote control that I had removed from the oldest politician's pocket with a minor spell. I pressed a button and four lasers, one from each wall of the room, fired into the chair where I had been sitting only minutes. "What pictures?" Ronnie asked. Connie smiled, but still didn't look happy."You mean you haven't seen them? Everyone else has, they're all over the Internet."I just shrugged. I didn't know what to say, and Ronnie looked as uncomfortable as I felt."So, did you fuck me?" Connie asked. We both shook our heads."We didn't! I swear!" I said. Connie frowned."Why not?" It didn't seem right. You were really out of it. We aren't Delta's anyway, we were only there because some guy invited us," Ronnie said.. I was moaning in a lustful frenzy. "Fuck! Fuck! Fu.............................ck !!!!! I had to push Peter away and I did so as I brought my knees up and moaned with absolute delight. Peter laughed, "you love being a slut, don't you bitch?" "Oh God, yes." I agreed with honesty.My mind and body were in a state of complete surrender. I felt that Peter could do anything that he wanted with me. I lay there happily watching as he once more secured my wrists as before, then watched submissively.