“Take it as a compliment & get over yourself!“Aw, bless you…don’t you get to see many girls stuck up here all night with your big ugly friend.... How do you normally keep a girl in your company? Your charm & good looks or a bundle of ropes & some duct tape”!The tattooed one glared & stepped towards me “You cocky little bitch, why don’t you fuck off to your books like a good little girl”.“Hmmm, just as I thought, rope & duct –tape”.I turned & sauntered away before they had time to reply.They worked. I continued to look into the shop display and waited for him to pass by. I could hear from his footsteps that he did not walk by and in the reflection of the window, could see him standing behind me. He continued to look into the window and put his right hand in his trouser pocket and started to massage himself. I dropped my hand to my cock and started to massage myself through my trouser pants knowing that he could see this in the window reflection.He moved up to stand parallel beside me and. I stopped momentarily only to be pushed inside by the woman of the man with whom we had arrived with, there was no way out and any protestations I might have been thinking about, were quashed as a ball gag was thrust into my mouth and my clothes torn from me to excite the men already in the room, as well as the women, who clearly enjoyed their own kind.I could see Lucy's vagina as the man on top of her humped her, he was clearly in her ass and causing her some discomfort, 'Let me see hers', he. "War is for men, not girls," Kitchens opined to his CAG, as the CBG left Cook Inlet and sailed once again into the Pacific. "We will put the women ashore, and let them be defensive. I am not going to wait here for the Red Chinese, Russians, Arabs or anyone else to attack. I am going to hunt them down and rid the earth of them so we don't have this kind of thing happen again."The CAG smiled, and nodded in agreement. Then he added, "From what I heard onshore, it looks to me like they are going to.