The ball gag, which did nothing to stifle her moans or screams, instead made her drool copiously down her breasts and stomach. Tears and mascara ran f...eely down her cheeks. The buildup would last perhaps five, perhaps ten minutes. Megan could not be sure, with her attention devoted entirely to restricting her movement. Once the orgasm hit, however, it was all for naught. He body would spasm violently, making the clips and the weights pull even harder on her abused nipples.Sometimes she would. Emery,” Sean said.Mrs. Emery said, “I was a girl scout once upon a time.”“They had them back then?” Suzie asked.“Yes. I even got a merit badge for making a broom so that I could sweep out my parent’s cave and chase out any stray saber toothed tigers that wandered in,” Mrs. Emery said sweetly.Sean said, “I get the feeling that being a cat in your house isn’t all that pleasant of a prospect.”“Snip, snip. Tom cat turns into a pussy cat,” Mrs. Emery said making a scissors gesture with her. ’ He moved them over to the rail of the bridge, so that his cock emerged through the stone balusters. She was standing to his right with his right arm around her shoulders, and they might have been lovers standing together on the bridge silently admiring the view, except for her right hand crossing over in front of him, pulling steadily on his cock, not too fast, not to slow, with the rhythm she knew he liked. Jack groaned and leaned on her, his legs getting weak. It was gloriously silly to be. " I did," she nodded, still smiling. "But I learned so much. It's far stronger than I thought. And they are already strengthening it." By fucking?" I glanced back at the orgy of women writhing on the mattress they left out."Yes. They are gathering immense energy through their orgy, and they're channeling it back into the shield." Can you bring it down?" I wanted this to be over. I wanted my sluts back. I hadn't seen them since the airport. And wherever I walked, three special forces soldiers.