Others are like James. Because pretty much all I heard were the sounds of the bed and the sounds of Sue’s moans and cries of pleasure. Occasionally ...nterspersed with Sue’s words of encouragement. Telling James how good he felt in her. How much she was enjoying him. Telling him to go harder. Or faster, or deeper.Just like at the movies, the soundtrack told me that after two or three more orgasms for Sue they were both getting close to the end now. I wanted to watch, to see the look of pleasure. She came back up for a kiss and seemed ravenous. "I want you right fucking now," she whispered, sending a chill down my spine. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans and tore them off, taking my panties with them. I clutched my vulva, attempting to hide the last secret I had from her. She unhooked my bra, took me by the hand, and led me to her master bathroom. I assumed she wanted to shower or bathe with me, which at first didn't seem like a bad idea..***As we opened the door to the bathroom, we were. ” Rhys looked at Cait helplessly, looking like she felt.“What now?” Cait asked.“I guess we wait.” Rhys shrugged. “Unless you’ve rethought putting up a fight.”“I haven’t. It’s not like we have weapons.” Cait said, drifting over to her seat. “Company policy in the event of a hijacking is to cooperate, they’re insured for ransom. That seemed reassuring… but now…”“Well your dad is a pretty good insurance policy, assuming Fleet comes looking for us.”“Rhys, make sure you don’t mention that. If they. " What 'other' are you talking about, dude?", Rob said."Well Roberta, in 1883, women had NO rights. We will be dependent on our fathers, brothers, or husbands for anything that we have or get. Forget about equal pay for equal work, we can't even get jobs. Except for domestic servants, entertainment, and prostitution, women don't work in this society. We can't even put on a pair of jeans without getting stoned." Hey bro, I don't need drugs to put on a pair of pants", Martha said."Martha,.