He was reading a book on the Civil War, she was editing a marketing report.With a tiny sigh, Matt closed his book and rolled sideways to gaze at his w...fe. He had always loved the way the tip of her tongue protruded just a bit from between her lips when she was concentrating. Pen poised above the paper, she absent-mindedly swept a stray lock of her dark hair back over one ear."Lynnie?" Mmm," she replied, without looking up. Matt waited, and after a moment she turned to look at him."Do you love. A grown man buying 10 pairs of teen girls panties was probably not an every day occurrence. I blushed a little and was never happier to leave a store in my life. My/her cock strained against the cage the whole time.The clock was ticking. I was really calling it close. I could feel the tug of time pressing against me, and driving in traffic made me a little light headed. The mix of feelings and the almost slow motion of traffic were almost unbearable. The mixture of what I was doing, the feeling. Finally, it was my turn. The water was lukewarm and smelled of sulfur. Still, I did need a shower in the worst way, and I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.Next, they gave us ratty old towels to dry ourselves off. I was almost finished when out of the corner of my eye, I saw trouble brewing. One of the slimebags, unable to control himself in the company of unclothed females, had put down his rifle and was coming on to Pinky. He grabbed her quite roughly and tried to kiss her. She. She´s theirs. It´s their ship. They are stronger. They are wealthy and powerful. They can certainly destroy her career. They advance on her like predators, closing in for an easy kill. Watching the situation makes me sick. This is not right. I really have the urge to intervene somehow, but I have no idea how to do it.The girl looks around in panic and yells something at the other passengers, but these assholes just turn around and look away. Just as I decide to get my camera, the girl suddenly.