" I grinned. "You're welcome, though." Wicked, Nicole, that's what you are," she said with a grin. "I'm sorely tempted, I am, but... uh-uh. I've been ...rue blue, and that'll never change. That's the way Marcus wants it." He relented regarding my mother and me." True. For you, though, not for your mother." Really? I didn't know that." Marcus might be uneducated, but he's a smart man, very clever. Street smart, I think it's called. He knew you were like your mother, knew you wouldn't be happy if. I don’t understand what you mean.” “Oh I think you understand exactly what I mean.” He shifts his hand from her shoulder down to her arm, feeling the roughness of the wool sweater as he strokes it up and down. “You’re a smart girl aren’t you?” Tiny drops of sweat begins to form on Riley’s forehead as she considers her options. Finally, she responds reluctantly. “O....Ok, I will do what you asked as long as I get a good mark on that test.” A smile forms across Joe’s face. “Of course I will give. Mmmmpphhfff is all I can say back. Suck he say’s suck or I’ll leave you tied, and gagged in this hood for hours alone. The thought of not having his love and attention is too much for me to bear. I continue sucking….. He stops and say’s I need to see more of you more of your face, I need to hear plastic, see the plastic wrinkling around your beautiful face. He starts tossing gear onto the bed, a corset, pvc suit, leather harness, leather shackles, leather cuffs, and a clear plastic bag.Im told. It was possible that we would know all their movements, unless the operative did not have the chance to pass on information.We only knew that several groups had been informed by our lovely friends from the Alphabet Clubs, and this was only the Russian side. We would be blind to any attacks from the Persian side. I was more concerned about the Persians because they were the type to attack without worrying about collateral damage. I knew the Russians would prefer to take us alive so we could be.