We started going out and I fell madly in love for her.Laura was only 16 at the time and was the sexiest little thing I had ever gone out with. She was... only about 5"3 and had shoulder-length brown hair and bright blue eyes. But I was more interested in her cute rear and lovely little tits. I labelled them 'tennis ball tits' because they were beautifully proportioned - and caught the eye immediately. Laura also had a really pretty face, very much the 'butter wouldn't melt in her mouth' look that. As she looked down to see what could be causing this nightmare all she could see was that her hands and feet were bound to the chair and that some sort of tube or appendage seemed to be, for lack of a better word, raping her. She had just started to notice the texture of the tentacles and the suckers on their underside when she was snapped back to reality by an intense orgasm.Never in her life had she felt this good and this full! Her opening and walls felt stretched more than any man had. As I begin to speak, she interrupts, "I don't like your attitude toward me. I am not a 'too granola hippy chick' like you believe!"I get in her face and challenge, "Well, you sure helped me earlier and I could use the help now. I don't have any plans to immediately kill anyone."She moves away and counters, "Well, what about later and more importantly, what about Mike?"I state what for me is an obvious fact of life, "Sometimes death is an unfortunate part of any mission and Mike not only. " I may do it again. I've got to have more of these dos and I need a hostess. Would you be happy?"She nodded, afraid her voice would come out as a squeak. Nick smiled again and gave her hands a slight squeeze. He let go of them."Thanks," he said.Sally drove home happily. Nick was less happy. He should not have taken her hands. Apart from it possibly giving her the wrong message it had stirred up his wish to take her in his arms. He must never take advantage of her. He sensed that under the fire.