Finally, my chance!I wrapped my arm around the back of her head and jammed her face between my cheek and shoulder, and then spun her on her back, as s...e squealed in shock. Keeping her face pointed toward the ceiling, she couldn’t spit without my cum running down her face.She began to fight, still with her jaw locked tightly. She pushed against me, the same as I had tried to push her away the first night, but she didn’t budge me. I wasn’t going anywhere, and I remained silent, fighting off. I wondered if my friend Captain Luciano was already a captive. He seemed so at ease and impressive in his splendid uniform that I was certain he was not aware of the danger at his side. The woman was no doubt either full or part Gypsy and she was one of those females who were raised in the ways of the world from a very early age. I hesitated to initiate any conversation for fear of falling into the spider's web and waited for the Captain to state his business. My thoughts of bringing up any. I have worn blouses unbuttoned to the waist with skirts this short but usually only to a club never out in the real world public, there would be all ages and all types of people at this party. I slipped if off then began to work with my unruly hair. While working on my hair, I realized I had to have something to wear over my dress I would literally freeze my buns off while outside tonight. Grabbing the phone, I called my best friend to ensure she was not wearing her white sweater coat tonight.. And what you see. And know.This is why we read.I, personally, like to read the web of fire from the space. It's calleda fireplace, for some reason or other. But I also like reading here, andcontributing, a lotta bad, a little thought. Something said.I received many bad reviews with the first chapter of this. They werewell sent, and well meant. I smile. I was almost too embarrassed to postit. But beer helps confidence, sometimes. And encourages idiots always.Idiots can't type.So this is a tale..