" She stumbled on the floor, strewn with chips and fragments of stone from the gunfire which appeared to have moved to the far end of the warehouse, a...d found herself out in the gravel car-park again. Despite the various cuts and bruises, she still found herself treading gingerly over the small stones until a pair of iron-hard arms scooped her up and carried to the waiting car."Thank you." She finally dared, turning to look at him, but he didn't respond, scanning the surroundings as he slipped. She immediately felt him respond to her being there. That too was part of the problem. She had never had anyone satisfy her and respond to her needs the way he had.A simple kiss from Marty got her motor running, and if his hands started to roam, she wanted to get his clothes off him as fast as she could. When he entered her, it felt like heaven. He could get her coming and going with what seemed like little effort on his part.She looked at him. He had his folded hands resting on his chest, and. You would be the only woman there and I know these guys. I'd turn my back on them for a minute and they would be hitting on you. I can't expose my wife to behavior like that."I wouldn't mind Martha thought, at least some one would be paying me some attention.One week it would be dirt bike racing and the next Doug and his buddies would take the boat out to the lake for a weekend of fishing. Hunting season meant four weekends of taking the ATV's and going out looking for deer. Then there was the. Her luscious lips were wrapped around a bright pink ball gag held in place by a padlocked head harness. Her ginger hair was tied in pigtails, partly because of the harness, and partly so it didn't get in the way, but mainly because Maria thought it made her look irresistibly cute. Already small puddles of her drool had formed on the various parts of the duvet where she had managed to hold her head up or rest it face-down.Blinking as she looked up into the harsh sunlight, Susan cried out a.