"We girls need to be able to protect ourselves, since most men are not gentlemen any more."***Somewhere, a dedicated figure was bent over a laboratory... bench. The world would soon witness his brilliance! He was finished. He had molded the scepter that Miss America would receive, as well as fake flowers, using the most powerful explosives. It was his own derivative of C-4. There would probably be enough to kill everyone on stage and in the orchestra pit, and forty-million people would witness it!. My moans fill the room as my movements become faster and harder. Soon you stop me, and lift me from your cock. You move behind me, as I bend at the waist.Chapter 5:I press one of my large hands down on the small of your back, which both anchors you tightly to the extended leather recliner and pops up your luscious ass, making it more accessible to me and my long, fat cock. You sigh loudly at my overpowering touch and anxiously wiggle that fine ass at me as if to say, "Come and get it, baby.". As I was tying my shoes, I heard the sound of my aunt walking down the hallway. She walked into the livingroom and I looked up to see her. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that perfectly eveloped her shapely ass and legs, a t-shirt that stretched around her hefty rack and a pair of tennis shoes on her feet. I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit disappointed to see her with shoes on yet again, as I had yet to get a good look at her barefeet. Even during the previous night's events in all the. .. have you used that on Fay?” she asked after clearing her throat.He smiled. “What do you think?”It was obvious to Avril that he had used it on her. She tried not to visual it, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t wipe away the vision of Fay being restrained in some way, naked and vulnerable and at his mercy. He would be very masterful, very dominant and she had no doubt that it would also be a very painful experience.“This was actually given to me by a Lady,” he suddenly said breaking.