She arched her back to press back against me, and she quietly moaned, "Oh no, yes."I slid my hands onto her ribs and up just below her breasts."Don't ...rush, but you could hurry," I teased."What happened to 'Expedience with accuracy'?" she answered as her fingers started pushing data onto the screen.I had no idea what she meant by that, so my only answer was to kiss her and let my hands slide higher onto her breasts.She groaned, but kept typing. I started playing a game of seeing just how much I. She felt fingers digging in hermouth, forcing her lips apart and her jaws open. Thenshe felt and tasted the stream of liquid hitting hertongue. She gasped and spluttered, but her captor held her headtight, and kept her mouth open, forcing her to swallow.Someone had just pissed in her mouth. She retched, thenthrew up all over the ground. The man let her go andstood around her with the others, jeering, kicking, andlaughing. She was forced to lick her way up one man’s legs andthen lick his. "You're starting back up again." Again?" I asked, beginning to feel as lost as he looked. "You mean, mydancing?"He nodded. "You mentioned last week that you'd decided to take a break fromit for a while. Said it was too much on top of school, cheering, and otherstuff, so your parents told you to take a break." He grinned at me. "Don'tyou remember how heartbroken I said I was that I was going to miss seeingyou as Clara this Christmas? You laughed and said that if it would be ofconsolation, you'd. It was late the next afternoon when Clara heard a knock at her door. It was Robert, Christopher's wingman. He stood, cap in hand, "May I speak with you?" Oh, please come in. Would you like a sip of Scotch?" That was Christopher's favorite libation. Robert nodded and took a seat on the small couch, thanking his hostess as she brought a small tumbler holding the brown liquid.Christopher raised the glass, "To a wonderful friend and brave pilot!" He downed it in one gulp and turned to Clara next to.