Two of the men were walking towards them reloading the guns they were holding. One of the other men had a woman with a knife to her throat pushing her...along in front of him. The fourth was filming with a cell phone.I glanced to the right wondering where the other two were. Not seeing them I looked to the left again. The two and the downed guards were probably fifteen feet to my left with the gunmen just a few feet from them now.The one holding the woman was a few feet behind them and the camera. His eyes watched a pair of dock workers man-handle a crate of wine right by his tense men. “Can we sit and talk?”I held my arms out wide in welcome. “You’d like a second chance at talking with us?”He put his hat back on his head, straightening his back. “I would.”Without a word I stepped to the office door and opened it. Inviting Julie in.She grumbled and barked at the two staff-wielding guards. “Watch the door.”“We’ll talk in the Harbor Master’s office. It’s clear of personnel,” I. “Sorry,” I sheepishly said. “But I don't want to leave him.”“Well, I'm not giving you a choice, Elisa,” he said. I looked up. “What?” I asked.“You two will be finished by the end of the night,” he said.“But...” I began.“Don't argue with me, Elisa,” he said. “You're just going to have to get used to it.”My mind clouded with endless thoughts. I didn't want to end things with Sam, I loved him. I wasn't ready for change. I wanted to just run away and ignore what Mr. Barker had said. “So, you want. She reached out and pulled her sister's head back to resume the kiss. "Just a little more. I've now been Kissed, yes, but not fucked" was all she said. Their lips met once again, and Cheri knew what she was being asked to do.She let her desire take hold this time, pushing her tongue further inside her sister's lips, and her hand up inside those sacred legs inside the skirt, but this time letting her fingers find their way inside the panties and slip inside of her little sister Sherry. She knew.