“And what do I have here?” asked Mom in a voice of surprise. She doesn’t sound angry at all.She walks over and turned on the bedside lamp, putti...g a whole new light on the predicament.“I knew you had a thing for my half-glasses, Jack,” Mom said with a smirk, telling me, “It’s hardly likely you have a problem seeing up close.”I’m glad I thought enough to have a bikers magazine on the bedside table, maybe I could tll Mom I have troubles seeing up close.Well, it seems Mom knows or has an idea that. Their plan might have worked except for the fact that I understood a little Spanish and heard the co-pilot tell the pilot that they would toss me out of the plane when they climbed above the reservoir coming up. Once I knew their intentions, it became very easy for me to decide to shoot first and let Jack’s guys ask questions later.No matter what they had in mind, I knew I had to save myself to save Evie. Without acting like I was on to them, I crossed my arms in front of my chest which brought. Harold was a forty-something man. Ellen appeared to be the same age. They looked– and sounded– like an old married couple as they walked up to the center pole.There were only four men and four women left sitting around on the bus. The men started at the back and the women started at the front binding the men’s wrists into the restraints. After all were in place, the driver began to explain, “This is more than a blow job contest. It isn’t how fast you get the man to spurt or even how many times. How about just one more tiny request. Just a little thing. I hate to leave and not know." I said. I held my finger an inch apart. "What? What is it?" she said. "How about......Mmmmm..... Just this one time. Really quick. Not to much. Maybe you let me stick my cock a tiny amount inside you. Maybe just the tip. In and out...." I said."Mr. Kelly....That seems very bad. Is that not cheating? What would my husband say?" said Emma. "Just a tiny amount. In and out. You can't get.