Meganappeared from behind him holding her hand up, showing Collins and Mitri anempty syringe with a long needle."God that felt good," She said smilin...g. "Mitri, I am going to helpCollins onto the flight deck and get him strapped in. Can you suit up thesleeping beauty here and strap him down?"He saluted her. "Yes ma'am," he said as he grabbed the Doctor, moving himtoward the lockers like a kid holding a balloon. Megan fastened herhelmet to free up her hand to help Collins into the. I intended to help him along, claim the mother for my entourage and, of course, become the girl's doting step-father or something close to that, guardian perhaps, lover of course. Her ripe and dripping cherry was my ultimate goal.But I would have to deal with Duke Philip's degenerate son as well as her doddering father. My blade was sharp. My cock was hard. I smiled.I went back to my room roused my bed-warmer and enjoyed her at the side of the high bed, horsing her standing, bouncing her on my. Bent forward at the hips she was then secured suspended between the parallel bars by three thick leather straps which ran around her torso and the bars, one strap around her midriff, one around her rib cage under her breasts and one above her breasts supporting and securing her upper chest. In this position her head and neck were unsupported and she had to hold her head up to see what was going on around her. Meanwhile her arms had been forced along her side inside the circumferential straps. It was the second night after four years of not seeing Griffin, her cousin. She had been 12 at the time, him 14. They were two years apart in age, but they still were so alike. That's why she refused to sleep in Griffin's sisters room. His green eyes remained trained on the sharks swarming on the plasm screen he'd been fortunate to have gotten last year, but her thoughts wandered elsewhere.Griffin was 5'6", muscular, with a small but noticeable six pack. He had permanently tan skin from living.