Babe was confused and wanted to know what was goingon. She felt strange. One part of her wanted for the pain to stop,wanted to get out of there. Stran...ely another part of her wanted theexact opposite. It wanted more torture, wanted to experience the mostextreme torture imaginable. "We have a slight change of plans. Youwill be briefed shortly", said John while passing by her. Babe watchedas Jack wheeled in a little grill and John brought in a big fryingpan and a pot. Next John wheeled in an. His balls began tightening, that familiar sensation starting deep, deep down. Taking the hint, she sped up, increasing the urgency of her sucking, small hands jerking him, now just trying to make him cum in the nicest way she could, wanting to feel him pump his sperm straight into her hungry mouth."Oh, Amanda, yes, yes, yes, like that!" Letting go, her eagerness to please taking him over the edge, her pretty mouth bobbing up and down his cock, his eyes widened and he gasped as he started to. The top of the wooden crate was jemmied off and Mac looked inside to see it was full of some form of packaging - polystyrene perhaps. He brushed the packaging aside with his hand to uncover a case of Lagavulin, a twelve year old malt whisky. Mac guessed the clan leader had just delivered on his promise to supply the uisge beatha.He looked up as the fighters swept past one more, their wings dipping in salute and he waved his thanks up at them. Mac opened the case of whisky and handed bottles out. Once I reach home, I go in my room and shut the door. I quickly undress out of my work clothes, until I'm naked and lay on my bed.I start rubbing my hands slowly over my body, starting from my flat stomach, going up till I reach my breasts. I bite my lip as I pull on my tight nipples, wanting his hands instead of mine. I imagine him leaning down and licking them before sucking them into his mouth. I leave one hand on my left breast, still playing with my nipple and trail my right hand down over.