He grabbed my throat and positioned my head over the pot. I was completely under his control and was not resisting at all. My hair went into the pot m...aking them wet completely.“If you move, I won’t fuck you,” he warned me.I had turned into a slut and the threat of not getting a dick was working on me. I stayed there, waiting for him to release himself.“Remember, this is where it all started. I wanted to empty my bladder that day and I saw you naked,” he exclaimed“Yeah, and then you emptied your. I think back to the sprawling metropolis we’ve just left, with its small town mentality and ostrich with its head in the sand tendencies. Downtown resurrection and revitalization are madness in its purest form. The never-ending cycle of road construction and snarls of traffic congestion waste our precious little time together. The conflagration of horns honking, waves of heat emanating from the pavement, and the haze and smog of the masses who believe this to be living, constantly baffle us. He knew it was more than just his protective instincts kicking in, and he felt sick. Gemma looked at Ryan’s face, she thought she saw him pale a little. She, too, was quite taken aback by his forwardness. ‘Maybe another time, I’ve got a busy week coming up.’ The colour returned to Ryan’s face as the bartender walked away, dejected. ‘Are you okay, darling?’ Gemma asked, taking Ryan’s hand in hers, and looking at his expression searchingly. She leaned over the table and placed a hand on his. “Our friend said you had a nice hangar at Entebbe and that you may be willing to allow us to use it from time to time,” he said.“Yes, we had that discussion and I advised where he could get a key anytime he needed one. I will see to it that he gets one if it will be beneficial. JBG currently has it leased for a year. The choppers we stored there should be dispersed by the end of the week,” I replied then I added.“We are taking a lot of food for the refugee camp; way too much to deliver to the.