He couldn’t wank as fast as he wanted for fear she’d hear him. The slow steady movements pulling his foreskin up over the head and back down again...built up the pleasure and tension slowly.“And then?”Then he’d flipped her dress up, exposing her pale white ass. He’d kicked her ankle, signalling her to spread her legs wider. She’d stared ahead, reading the inspirational quote of the day on the calendar sitting on his desk.“It’s not your job to be likeable, it’s your job to be yourself.”Fuck, no. This included a further safety measure: every Atroph was constantly monitored with a personally assigned transporter and would be pulled back to Earth-Alpha2 at the slightest indication of peril. Talk about paranoid!The Team (they had dropped the name "Enforcers" as no longer appropriate), was assigned to be personally responsible for an Atroph, which meant that there could be only six members of the Atroph scientific group on Transylvania at any one time. Doug hoped that this gig didn't turn. But, as she came to realize that his actions in the last two days had not been drunken rampages but rather coldly calculated rage, all directed toward her, huge drops ran down her cheeks and periodically her body would shake uncontrollably as she sobbed.She had never met the girl Susan but she worried for her. No one deserved the fate which she herself had suffered. Yet, if she called the girl, it would probably mean the police, maybe even Kyle being arrested. And when he was finally released,. Eric had provided me with the key to the backdoor of the clubhouse so that I could watch the festivities without Lyndia knowing I was near. I returned the borrowed car and drove around for a couple of hours in my truck; my hard-on didn't go down the entire time. I was dying to know what was happening to my sweet, beautiful wife at the hands of all those bikers.Finally, I couldn't take it any more so I drove back to the clubhouse and parked in the back. Using the keys that Eric had given me I.