“If you can carry me to the bed over there and fuck me again like you just did then you have yourself a deal mister.” He easily lifted me off the ...ench, his still hard cock in my cunt, and we made love for the second night in a row on that bed. Early the next morning I stepped out onto the balcony in a robe and slippers and looked out to the valley below. It was blanketed in a fog that the sun couldn’t penetrate, even most of the snow covered cabins on the hillside below us were difficult to. ‘Thank you, Albert’, I thought. He’d shown me this move when I was seventeen as a quick way to immobilize a drunk in the pub. With the victim’s arm in this position, just a little pressure had them on their toes. A little bit more and the shoulder would dislocate.Randy gave a grunt of pain and tried to move away. I applied a bit more pressure, and he was on his toes. Carl started to come to his aid, and I shook my head.“You don’t want to do that, Carl. If I apply any more pressure, Randy’s. .” He replied.“There’s a text message on her phone to an unknown number talking about ‘pocket litter’ and how much she hates it.” She told them.Talitha spoke up at that point. “Pocket litter is an old soviet spy craft term. Pocket litter was often used to signal a dead drop or information hand off. If you can get closer to them, I think it would be a good idea.” She told Robert and Laura.“We’ve got line of sight on them. If we were any closer, I’d be having a beer with them.” He told her. “Dom,. I hope no one can see me in the darkened theater. As I'm watching the movie, I get the feeling I'm being watched. Since I'm the only woman in the theater, I'm not surprised. I squint in the dark to see that a tall, handsome black man is turned around in his seat and is watching me with lust in his eyes as I stroke my pussy. At first, I'm embarrassed to be caught touching myself in public. But then I see he has his big cock in his hands and is stroking it while watching me. His eyes look.