I could have refused anything more than dinnerand an unmolested sleep in his bed.As far as I was aware, our only previous contact had been an admitted...yvery close encounter at Club Angel, where he had been just one of severalcustomers I had sucked off. Yet he had paid out a very large sum of moneyto get me, somehow knowing that I would give him what he wanted. He hadworked out that I would not just be prepared to let him deflower me, toallow him to stuff his monstrous organ in the place that no. He formed his mouth into a little O around her clitoris and sucked, applying himself to it directly. All at once her hips stopped moving, instead they pressed up to him and stayed there. He let his fingers keep going in and out, applying stronger and stronger suction to that little nubbin at the top of her slit. Suddenly he realized he wasn’t using his tongue, and, without breaking suction, let it flicker out and begin to caress her bud. And that was all it took. Her voice rose: ‘Colin– Colin–‘. Jim"Jim put the letter into an envelope and addressed it to Jenny. "Darlene, could you hand deliver this letter to Jenny Bradford?" Certainly Mr. Lewis, right away." Thanks."Darlene took the letter and walked down the hall to the elevator. As soon as she was out of Jim's site, she turned and walked to the mailroom where they had a shredder. She put the envelope into the shredder and within seconds it was only little strips of paper. She smiled as she walked back to her desk.A short time later,. “A web,” I mused, thinking it was a fitting trap for the creature that had sent me tumbling, cursing him under my breath as I recovered. As I sat, poised, I let my gaze wander, focusing on finding an exit from my predicament, my eyes eventually settling upon a neatly carved bore, barely discernable in the near total darkness. “Skillet to coals,” I mumbled, wondering what dangers lay hidden in darkness. Not like there was much choice. And so I crawled, on hands and knees, into the unnatural.