Mexican officials claimed no knowledge of the raid, as did the DEA. Eventually, the Mexican government suspected me of being involved in retaliation f...or the attack on Pickup Truck, but they were informed that I was in the Mideast, and had been for two days before the attack.“The raid was our way of thanking you for disposing of Zhora,” Sergei said quietly enough that only I could hear it. My eyes widened in surprise. “It was also a good training exercise for those troops who participated,” he. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling, it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the bar over five feet long.“If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it, I will not use the cuffs on you.Can you do that, Melissa?”Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse.Her arms reached up and her small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly.“Don’t tie me up, I don’t want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.”She felt the bar. And doing it right means I have a matron of honor, that's Janet, and you need a best man. I know you don't have close friends on board, but there's Gustav, there's Bernard, maybe even John—" I have an idea on that front," he interrupted."Okay, who?" You will know soon enough. Will you let me know when you begin to speak of wedding ceremonies tomorrow? I would like to attend."She shrugged. "Sure, if you want. Stick around, I'll wave to you."The discussion was just beginning as he joined the. “Why not?”She did the strangest thing, then. We were front to front, our naked bodies pressed together, but in my concern for her I’d sort of forgotten that. She had not. She rubbed her loins against mine, from side to side and then back again. I was soft (believe it or not) but my penis stuck out enough that the hollow between her legs caught it and moved it from side to side, too.“Because I love doing this,” she whispered. “I loved kissing you. I loved how you felt in my hand. I loved it when.