I willingly do as he has bid. I kneelnervously. My stiff corduroys are dampened by the urine-sprayed tiles. Iam nervous, but anxious not for myself, b...ut for him. I have never suckeda cock, and I am afraid that in my inexperience, that I will hurt him. Isearch my fantasies, and try to imagine the correct way to stretch mylips over my teeth, and the correct angle to tilt my throat. This is thefirst time I've been with a man like this. I am dumbstruck by my boldnessand certitude. Is this really. We had enough food aboard to keep us a week and some MREs in case of a real emergency.There had been a rash of drug smugglers fighting with the Coast Guard less than a hundred miles south of us, so he also insisted that we take some guns with us, just in case. We took three modified AR-15s and three S&W .40 caliber semi-automatic pistols with us, with a lot of extra ammunition, since Dad did not have much confidence in either of the girls' ability to shoot. However, he figured that a lot of. Lia grabbed his hand once again, this time digging her nails into his hands a bit as his fingers began pressing against the fabric right at her opening. Lia could feel his cock hardening on her lower back as he continued to press on. Lia looked around desperately, hoping someone would notice. That's when she noticed she was surrounded by guys. A sense of panic gripped Lia as she became aware of her situation. Normally she would be comforted by the fact that these guys were around, that all. She pleaded for me not to do whatever it was I was going to do. She said that she would do “anything” if I stopped and let her go. This one would be easy to break. But the lesson needed to continue for the others.Again I whispered in her ear: “Too late bitch. You had your chance to be quiet, didn’t you?” She said nothing, tears streaming down her pretty face.I slowly moved round to her front, every eye in the room tracking my every movement. The psychological torture is almost as.