"Ya are a damned fool ifen ya think that I'm goin' anywhere with ya when ya talk like that. Let me see the warrant fer my arrest afore ya go any furth...r." I ain't got no warrant, an' I don't need one fer arrestin' ya. Everybody in the county knows that ya're a Damyankee sympathizer an' ought ta be tried an' hung fer treason." I might point out that Missouri didn't secede, so I can't be tried fer treason ta the Confederacy. Now, git yer sorry ass ofen my property afore I git mad an' blow yer. The taste included the just drank coffee and my pre-cum along with her special mouth freshener. Then she did something most unexpected, she just shrugged off her frock and stood there in her birthday suit. I was shocked.“What if someone comes in on the next floor?” I asked.“Then they will be pleasantly surprised.” She responded. Then she did something more surprising. She just opened my trousers belt and let it slide to floor.“I knew it.” She said triumphantly. “You are hard as steel since last. I was carried for a couple mintues though the house before I heard a door open and we headed down a flite of stairs. When we had finally entered the final room in the basement of Jon's home I was sat down and strapped into an uncomfortable metal chair and unmaksed. I looked around at my suroundings. It was a concrete room, with a window on the side that we came in on right beside the door. A bare mattress was sitting in the far corner, locked cabinets down the farside wall, and two TV. Her mind didn’t register that it had clicked shut, which it hadn’t. A hand had stopped it closing all the way and held it there, waiting for a few seconds.While this happened Megan had walked in the living room, standing by the couch she slipped off her sandals, steadying herself by holding on to the back of the couch.Suddenly, and without any warning, she was pushed in the back, stumbling forward a bit the top of her thighs hit the arm of the couch and she was propelled forward, bent over,.