"With a shrug of his shoulders, Tom replied lightly, "Bah. Your mom never complains about my oral skills."Mark shook his head in mock sorrow, "Ha. Fun...y."Leaving the jail, Tom and Mark drove to the strip district and purchased several garlic presses, several mesh bags and every last whole clove of garlic that they could lay their hands on. A half hour later, they were sitting by Tom's desk crushing garlic cloves into a bucket when an officer from CSI approached."I have the preliminary results. StraddlingAmanda, she raised her slip, squatted two inches abovethe funnel’s rim, spread her legs out a little…And started hissing hot piss into the funnel throughher beige panties, which quickly became drenched. Someof the excess pee was running down her full thighs,onto the bed and flowing in small rivulets over thesheets. Amanda could feel her dress cling to her fromthe warm wetness.Amanda twitched and throbbed, coming closer and closerto orgasm, her face pressed deep into the. I was praying to my Goddess Samantha. 50 yards may not seem like much but it meant rest, food and water. We would be herded into a cool, dark slave-pen then given a bowl of gruel, a measure of water and a night’s rest. That is if one was still alive. I wondered what they did with the dropped slaves.Still angry Lady Carla motioned impatiently for her Team Captain to approach. The lovely young woman, Mistress Alicia was at her side within moments. "Yes milady?" There was concern in her. Blue Eyes and I would have more time together. As soon as the waiter left the table I kissed him again and this time my hand found the bulge in his pants and I squeezed it gently, making him moan as we kissed. I could feel his cock pulsing through his pants so I caressed and squeezed it harder and f felt it growing even bigger. He moved in his seat trying to get his body in the perfect rhythm with my soft strokes. “Why don’t you pick out the best part of the book and read it to me while we.