Next thing Grace was tossed high into the air. She flailed blindly for a terrified second, until Boris caught her and lowered her onto the table with ... snigger. There was no point fighting, physically. She lay there while Boris strapped her down, telling herself Xenia wouldn’t really kill her: this was America, and anyway once Xenia had killed her her mum definitely wouldn’t tell them anything.There was the sound of water splashing in a bowl, then a few seconds later the heavy, wet cloth landed. “Good morning Sgt. Patterson. How was your tour, Rick?” He asked, pausing.“I’m glad to be home. I’m surprised you remember my name,” I said, accepting his handshake.“Like any good shepherd, I know the names of everyone in my flock,” he smiled.“That’s a good one Sir, “ I smiled. “But I don’t go to church.”“God and I won’t hold that against you. You don’t always have to be inside his House to feel his presence.”“I was going to Chaplain Services so you could sign my in-clearance,” I mentioned. "Do more, King, do more. You like my pussy, don't you? God, if you don't, I'll just die!"But he did. Once Cindy's pussy leaked some cunt-juice that he could get a good taste of, he was sold on the idea of eating her out. To her complete surprise, he swiped at her squirmy pussy several times with his tongue."Oh, golly!" she gasped, pushing her pussy forward some more. "You'll drive me crazy with that giant tongue!"Her sweet voice, soothing and friendly to a domestic animal, encouraged King to. While the guys were set for their party, Wendy was trusting her best friend to direct the evening’s events. The ladies gathered at a hotel for a wine-tasting party. “Don’t worry! It’s just wine!” Molly continually encourage her straight-laced friend. What Wendy did not realize was that Molly was having her drink two glasses to everyone else’s one. So, by the end of three bottles, Wendy felt giddy and in no way clear-headed. Through bleary eyes, Wendy saw her MoH drop a pill into the.