Did it feel good?  Heck, he could feel the pleasure starting to ripple through him like a drug...<br/><br/>...Al wished he'd found a moment to take a snort of the coke that was burning a hole in his back pocket.  But the others seemed to need him and...<br/><br/>...and anyway he liked the feel of the Bitch in his grasp.<br/><br/>'Let's get her up on the table.  The Bitch I mean.  Spreadeagled I think, Two.  Then Three, you can see if you can find the keys, they must be somewhere about her lovely person.'  He smiled.  She was their possession now, to do what they liked with.