‘Thanks,’ was his strangled reply. She began to slide her tongue down the length of his torso, now gripping and un-gripping his thick rod. ‘Holy...fuck!’ he cried. ‘You like?’ she grinned. ‘I like.’ ‘Then I think you’ll like this.’ She slid her lips over the tip of his cock causing Greg to grasp. Deftly she sucked it before sliding her tongue around its ridges. ‘My God Christelle!’ This seemed to encourage her to increase her pleasuring, wrapping her lips around his rod, inching down its length. Jane nodded and headed up the stairs without argument and I listened to her moving about for a while until all went quiet. She stood with her back to me, the cheeks of her ass divided by a black thong, on the chest of draws she’d laid out a crop and a blindfold as we had discussed previously. Picking the blindfold up I fastened it over her eyes, cutting out all light and making her stumble forward as she had to regain her balance having lost one of her senses. Circling her, I squeezed one of. I raised my glass to him, then took a drink. BB continued, naturally, “You stranded here too?” I looked up, surprised, “Yeah, you too?” “Yeah,” he says, “why not me too?” “Well,” and I motioned at his Brooks Brothers, “you’re dressed for work, aren’t you, even with that tie.” I giggled despite myself. “You making fun of my tie?” He held it out? “My favorite tie. My good luck tie?” Then he leans over to me, confidentially, as if anyone is going to hear in this empty joint. “It’s a long story.. Jack hated when people yelled or hurt each other. And seeing his Linni Lin doing what she’d just done… ‘Shit!’ She shrieked, wincing when she saw jack cringe anew. Oh yeah, she was just handling this so well, but she was still lost in the waves of rage and spun around in a circle, spearing every face with green gold eyes crackling with fury. She managed to keep her voice to a low hiss that wouldn’t make Jack cover his ears, but… ‘You fucking sick sadist son’s of a bastard. This is fun to you?’.