As part of his training, each man was to try to steal anything he could from his companions. A successful theft was rewarded by the chagrin of the vic...im. Any thing stolen was returned before the next day's training began, and a big deal was made of the return. Before long, it was simply impossible for anybody to steal anything from a member of Special Ops. This didn't stop the guys from trying, but a thief who was caught was shamed just as much as his potential victim would have been, so there. Taking Bruni’s hand, Eleanor was surprised how effortlessly he lifted her from the platform, not a sound of effort escaping him, an event Eleanor was completely unused to being so tall in comparison to the Scot’s girls. Jumping down from platform, the thump of his boots hitting the deck sounding thunderous in the still night, Bruni reached for her, his large hands securing gently around her waist as he lifted her slowly from the platform, her arms laced around his neck as his body fought his. As the music was playing and people were dancing, she turned around, facing away from him and started grinding into his crotch, his cock sticking out from his pants at full erection. As she moved her hips around she lifted the back of her skirt up and let hid cock slide in between the crack of her ass before finally bending over and let it enter her wet pussy. Never before had she been this wet from what she could remember, but she was enjoying how it felt. As the music pounded away she rode. You want to reach behind you and grab hold, or even take me in your mouth, to have control over my excitement, to make me cum...but this is not what we have agreed. I am to have control and it is you that will be pleasured to orgasm, but on my terms. As thoughts of taking control fill your mind and breathing becomes deeper....you don’t notice that my hands are no longer caressing your breasts or pinching at your nipples...only realising as you feel and hear the click of the cuff being fastened.