She lunged up at me so hard she almost dislodged me and then, a second later she was sobbing about how much she loved me and just holding on tight as ... continued to thrust and jab. The strange part was that holding Bradley myself didn’t create the same feelings in me. I loved him and I was in awe at his tiny, pink perfection, but it didn’t make me want to impregnate Cassie. I recognized what she was feeling, though, and that made me want to satisfy her as much as I possibly could. And when she. The black guy dragged me to my feet and hit me hard in the guts with the butt of his riffle, “I ask you again, how many people here?” “Just us,” I managed to splutter, pain racking my body. At that moment the others returned and confirmed that the house was indeed empty except for us. The big guy seemed to relax a little and let me rejoin my frightened wife. “Stay there,” he commanded.I counted five soldiers plus the leader. Once happy that the place was secure, they helped themselves to food. Gemma moans a bit as the pressure increases, her tits starting to turn red.“Open your mouth, Bitch” Dave says harshly. Gemma obeys, dropping her jaw open wide. Dave presses a ball gag into Gemma's mouth sliding it behind her teeth. He secures it in place with a thick leather strap behind her neck.“Hold out your wrists.” Dave commands. Gemma does as she is told, holding her wrists out in front of her angry red tits. Dave straps on a leather cuff to each wrist, then attaches a short bar between. We were eating when suddenly Abby shared,“I’m not wearing a bra.”With a mouthful, I said, “What?”“I’ve seen you glancing down at my tits. You are like a horny teenager over there,” she smiled, clearly not offended by my lack of table manners. All I could do was give her a guilty smirk and blush. She was enamored by my stares, even blushing herself.For the next 15 minutes, we ate our food and exchanged looks with our clean conversation. It was 2:00 p.m. before I paid our bill and we walked out.