"There, ride that big ass for a while."He noticed that there was finally a bit of sweat forming in the girl's cleavage and brow. He nonchalantly walke... out of the bedroom.When he returned, Gloria was moaning. "God, it's so deep. Please, don't stop."He had a towel over his shoulder and a bottle of Gatorade in his hand. He put it to Mandy's lips. "Drink up."The girl didn't slow her hips down at all. Quite a bit of blue drink dribbled down her chin and body. The towel wasn't meant for that but. Jump, little one. He went to bow of boat, high above any water surface, and slowly fell forward. A large mass of blue, her wings compacted, swept right underneath him, capturing him softly as he landed perfectly in his place.His young Riders looked on him with envy, longing for that bond between Rider and dragon, longing for the moment when their movements become as coordinated and perfect as theirs, when their understanding reaches the level of their masters, and their flight as soothing and. Have a good, long look. I’ve seen your glances over the years. It’s okay. I want you to.” She reached up and pulled the fabric of her shirt back to show even more. I glanced toward John. “He’s in his drunken stupor, gone for the night. Don’t worry about him.” I looked back at her face, then let my gaze drop to her breasts. What I could see looked delicious. Her skin had just a hint of coloring belying her Native American side, smooth, with tiny goosebumps across the surface. I thought. There was no traffic noise. No sounds of planes. Wherever they were, it was far away from any civilization.Two groups of men began entering the warehouse. One was a group of what looked like guards, about 8- of them. Each one grabbed one of the contestants by their bound arms and brought them up to a sitting position. They wore masks and did not do much talking. Their weapons, however, spoke volumes. Other than an occasional yelp or a muffled scream, the women did not attempt to communicate.