Facing this for real was something else, though.They put earphones on me. There was soft music and a voice, a low woman's voice that kept saying relax...and go to sleep. We flew and flew. Blindfolded and gagged, it seemed forever. I don't think I slept. Finally we landed and I was unstrapped and led out of the plane. Still blindfolded, handcuffed, and gagged.I was made to stoop down and kneel on the ground. My bound hands were attached to something on the ground. Then my clothes were ripped off,. At five in the morning they were both aroused by the stupid buzzing of his damn alarm clock. He slapped it quiet and rolled over on his side to face her. She had already closed her eyes, begging her mind to let her sleep for just another couple minutes. He smiled and stroked her face, following the curves of her cheeks, up, across, and down, following the straight line of her nose and finally circled her lips, feeling the soft, yet succulent skin of her soft pink lips. She opened her eyes. Her entire body trembled as shockwaves of pleasure ripped through her from her heels to her temples. She let go of the sheet and clutched at Harte’s head, trying to grasp up handfuls of his hair. She was afraid she might never catch her breath again. But she did, of course, and she found herself staring into Harte’s gleaming eyes as he looked up from his position between her thighs. His lips and chin were shining with her body’s honey. Harte propped himself back up and leaned over her. She felt. He instantly regretted his tone as he saw the sting his words carried and the red-faced, wordless apology from the lad. Patrick averted his eyes and mumbled that he was sorry, that he didn’t mean anything by it… Adrian actually thought that the boy was going to burst into tears! He came out from the display and put his arm around the boy and guided him over to a chair and sat him down in it. “Look, Patrick, I didn’t mean to lash out like that, but even after all of these years, it’s still a.