Spoke the radio, “Yeah ... what does it do?”“Who left the microphone on,” asked Junior.Bea immediately took her finger off the send button.“...It lets the watch holder travel to the past and future.” I said.And they all turned to look at me.And Junior said, “How do you know?”“I’ll be back,” I said as I went through the sliding glass doors and headed below.Junior had set the tone. I got Cin’s (my sister) watch from my safe, put it on and was immediately confronted by my demons ... Mary and. He acted like he had doubts.All that combined would make Jon think she had let Tommy fuck her. She couldn't allow that.While she was brooding over her fate, Tommy was checking his voice mail and thinking. He had decided to be as nice to her as he could. Kinda like bad cop-good cop routine, except that there was only one of him. He would try to bring out the slut that was inside Brittany, and see if he could activate the Stockholm syndrome. If he was nice to her and pleasured her she might. At the first sound, Charles and Duane immediately sprang into action, grabbing a freshly showered and cleaned up Tessa and covering her lips with a hand, and then roughly manhandling her back into bed. Now well-practiced with the bungee cords holding her, the white wife was tied with her legs wide open and wrists bound together over her head in just a few short seconds, while she still squirmed. The hand over her mouth was replaced by a pair of men’s jockey-shorts shoved into her lips, muffling. He pushed her head again and she started to choke. This caused tears to well up in her eyes from the force it was putting on her. He spent the next several minutes letting her do it as much as she could, and then pushing her down for more. He started to hold both hands in her hair and face fuck her while she gasped for air, tears streaming down her face. He wanted to cum all over those pouty lips, but knew better. He had much more work to do with his new slut. He started to realize her.