"Oooh yeah! Mmmm like that! Put more suction to it bitch! I want you to milk my cock good," Jason grunted.Leanne closed her eyes trying to think of so...ething else. Something like Chris, her loving boyfriend who was probably worried about her. No matter how hard she tried, Jason's moans kept interrupting her."Look up at me when you suck me cunt. I want your eyes on me." Jason demanded.Leanne looked up and saw dark eyes peering at her through the hockey mask. She wondered what he looked liked. By. I even ordered dinner for us. Now I just hoped she would show up. I knew this was a giant step but what did I have to lose. If she didn't show then I knew I'd just have to deal with it.I looked up at the clock and it was exactly seven when the door opened and in walked Jordan but she was followed in by four of her girlfriends. She looked over at me and said something to her friends. They all sat in a booth away from where I was and Jordan came over and sat down."Ok Jeffrey," she was the only. The man sat quietly waiting, he was the only one in the big bar and the silence was broken only by the tick of the bulkhead clock the barman keeping a discrete distance from the yachts owner, he knowing his place, and the wrath of the owner was well known. They were tied to a pier that once had been a birth for banana carriers, long disused; it was quiet enough not to be too obvious to authority for the owner`s purposes. The tiny phone at the hand of the bar tender, clicked and a few brief. The commander continued caressing his prisoner’s bare belly and pelvis with the knife. Then he laid it against one of the openings displaying her rounded breasts pressed beneath the leather. He pushed the knife in though the slot in her armor and was rewarded with a whimpering cry from his victim. Blood ran from the opening in her armor, trickled down onto her hip and on down her leg. Some of the people watching radiated orgasmic pleasure at her as they came inside of or against whomever they.