”“Come on! Come on! Come on!” Top Benson said aloud, watching the mist crest, and then begin to fall.“Ghost!” Top Benson screamed, thrusting...his hand out again, commanding the mist to stop.“Missiles fired,” Command reported.Four more missiles slammed into the neighborhoods around the mosque, followed immediately by four more. One of the UAVs was hit just as its missiles were released. The programmed flight path changed and the pair of missiles hissed towards the mosque.Eight missiles hit around. He was impressed. They had gone tosome trouble to make their punishment sessions into an elaborateevent.Once Kim's wrists were secured, Rosie pulled on the rope. Billwatched the girl stretch upward until just her toes were touchingthe floor. He could see the muscles standing out in her calves as they tried to support her weight. Kim's back and stomach werestretched as tight as a drum and her firm tits stood out likesoftballs from her chest. It was a flattering position. Any girlwould look. He then reached around and untied the rope from the chain between my cuffs. He stood me up again, pulled up his undershorts and pants, and dug around in his pocket like he was looking for the key to the locks on my wrists.“Don’t unlock them yet. I want to stay your prisoner for awhile.”He helped me walk down the stairs, out of the garage and up the walkway to the wrap-around deck. We walked out on the deck which had a beautiful view of the lake. There was a slight breeze. It was not yet mid-day. I was going to initially introduce him as a new manager in the sales department that I worked with. The surprise would be later.Saturday night came. Colby arrived on time and I introduced him to Greg. Greg proceeded to play to perfect host. I was wearing one of my cocktail dresses. Greg had commented earlier, when he saw what I was wearing, that I might be over dressed. I told him it was perfect.Dinner went well, good conversation, the boys were getting along well. When it came time for dessert.