After some animated snogging and furtive caresses, I asked him, casually, if he wanted to move the Aerobed (his usual sleepover spot) into my room. �...�There’s plenty of room…on the floor…’ Just steps away from my underutilized queen-size bed. ‘No, that would be weird.’ Weird? When was this not weird? We’re grown adults and at this point it would be weird not to seal the deal. Fine. I was stunned, disappointed and not a little bit horny. I hit the sack and had the good sense to contract strep. Knowles?” John asked.“Certainly, I have got a gut hunch we all may be working for Mr. Summers here before too long,” Mr. Knowles said.A couple of minutes later I heard a change in the rumble of the engines, indicating we’d speeded up. Mr. Knowles and I shared a look of satisfaction on our faces. Becky crawled into my lap and fell asleep, with her head on my chest.“We will be on the ground in ten minutes, everyone buckle-up, please?”Becky got off me and moved silently to her seat and buckled. “She isn’t yours! She is mine! And we will be pressing charges.” He shouts at him before picking me up, barking orders at the bar and taking me to the ladies bathroom. “Wow, I’m his, what?” a thousand thoughts run through my head “She isn’t yours! She is mine!” I repeat over and over. He places me down by the sink and grabs the ice from the bar girl before running it down my cheek. “You are going to bruise.” He says bringing me back to the present as I stare up at him but he avoids my eyes. He dripped the wax down her belly, lower with each drip.The nipple clamps were a shock. A sharp pull, and exquisite pinch, an electric throb, and aches which travelled to her cunt. She raised and rotated her hips and heard him laugh.“Did I mention no cumming without permission?”She smiled. Bill tightened the clamps until she whimpered. She bit her lip. She groaned. She felt him move. She sting of her strap on her cunt made her cry out, sharp, unexpected, violent, pleasure. He brought if down on.