He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man in uniform. Sh... knew it the first time she saw him hosing down Engine 18 outside the local station house. Her uncle was a firefighter back in the day. He didn’t look like this one, though. This one was like something out of an old western, redressed in firefighter blues and given broad shoulders with tattooed arms. How could someone so masculine be so. " The laughter stopped immediately and was replaced by an almost universal look of both envy and amazement. I was amazed too. Maybe this would work after all."What did you want, Angie?" I was trying as hard as I could to look at her face, not her chest. It was going to be a battle, as I've always liked big boobs and nice legs and Angie had both. She noticed that I was looking at her, and she actually smiled. That made a difference. Angie Allen had never smiled at anybody to my recollection, and. ’ He looked the teens over keenly, his eyes glittering as he stroked his soft cock steadily back into hardness. ‘Here, in this sanctuary, all of you will be introduced to sex. In this sanctuary, under God’s law and by his will, sex in any form is no sin. The relationships you may form during this sanctuary is no sin, either, or what you may do with them outside these boundaries once this retreat has ended. It is all sanctified from this point onwards ... after we pray, of course.’He’s serious,. She obediently raises her feet to have the clothes removed. Finally, he slowly and gently unhooks the clasp of her bra and takes it under her top from her body. Then he silently leaves the compartment.New panic in her. The blood shoots through her head. She bites on her gag. Should she scream? Who will find her? What would someone do with her then, the way she stands here, bound with stretched arms, exposed?She stands there for minutes. Infinitely long minutes. She tries to grab the luggage.