At first I thought it was just because of a bump in the road. The man behind me pressed up against my buttocks, then he was off of me again. The road ...as a little bit bumpy, and he brushed against me again. This time it was a little longer. I couldn’t be sure, but maybe his movement was on purpose, not so accidental.A minute later, he bumped against me again. And this time he stayed up against my back. I knew now it was on purpose, because I could feel his full erect dick pressing between my. The latter was still cursing and protesting but, despite his hefty physique, was no match for the beast-like bouncer.Once the aggressive troublemaker was properly disposed of, Ryan addressed me, “Sorry I had to throw you out, wimp. Hope you and Em are alright. ”“It's okay, Rambo. Sorry for the trouble and thanks for your help. We just wanna go home,” I replied.He gave me his thumbs up and said, “That was a pretty badass move, wimp. Well done.”Despite the situation, I was a bit proud of myself.. "Good idea," Wendy said. "Customs and port authorities might have a problem with bloodstains and bullet holes."Back in the salon, we found the Powers that Be working on repairing the damage.Don't ask.It's magic.Well ... it involved wands that glowed, tape that melted and a pourable liquid that eliminated all traces of blood.Magic.Twenty-one thousandth century magic. Remember? Any sufficiently advanced... ? Yeah. That one. It wasn't technology but it sure worked.There was still mopping. We. “No point in trying to run away sweetheart”, yelled Amber trying to keep from laughing out loud.“What are you lesbians going to do to me ?”, groaned Jenny rolling her eyes“I’m gonna lick your white clit”, whispered Donna in a throaty voice.“Ladies do that to other ladies…do they ?”, asked Jenny looking incredulous“I bet your panties are wet , white girl”, added Amber trying to lift Jenny’s dress from behind.“Ain’t got no panties”, cried Jenny as she opened her mouth wide. Donna spit in her.