" He picked up a stack of drawings and held one out to her. It was Haley and it was very good. "She knows how to pose, she's a pro, and Lee's getting ...ome good stuff using her. Now these..." He held up a drawing of Melanie, the one with her jugs spilling out. This time Melanie refused to be embarrassed. "These are okay, but you're clearly not a professional model."Eric took another long pull on his beer. "I hear you're a hell of a dancer, though. Going back to work soon? I'll have to catch your. “So go ahead,” I said. “Do it.”She swallowed hard. “I can’t,” she hissed, still squirming from Martina’s finger inside her.I grinned, though she couldn’t see me. “We won’t let go until you do,” I said, slapping her pelvis in affirmation. She sighed deeply, then let herself go. A thin stream of pee trickled through her panties and ran down her legs. I licked at some of it, tasting her harsh, salty taste.I enjoyed watching her wet herself, as it stained her pants when it hit the ground. I. Dragging her over to the table, they forced her down onto it with a loud thud.As the reality of the situation sank in,Leia kicked her feet at the guards, catching the moustached one in the stomach and sending him reeling back against the wall. The dark-skinned guard tried pushing her back down onto the table, but she grabbed his wrist and dug her nails into his arm, causing him to yelp in pain. With a newfound sense of anger etched across his dark face, he slapped Leia, knocking the wind out of. She was doing her best to avoid the bride’s brother, Rickie Estevez, and she was hoping he’d be too intimidated to approach a table full of men in uniform just to talk to her. It seemed to work… every time she glanced his way he was ignoring her. Rickie finally gave up hoping that Karen Moss had changed her initial opinion of him just because she’d smiled at him when he laughed at Barbie getting swatted on the ass by Jay Hanson’s sword. She was seated with a table full of young, good-looking.