Blood trickledalong the bottleneck, dripping from its rim, giving a bizarre image, like collectingsap from a tree. Only this was blood from pork. In h...r eyes the stranger wasno more than literally a pig. She backed off and sat on the edge of the bedbut remained fixated on the pig should he show signs of life. There was a voicewithin her telling her to remain vigilant of the pig's resurrection but shecould see that there was nothing more dead than dead meat. She considered the incremental steps. " Probably in about two weeks time. That'll give me nearly three weeks before the conference starts." "Well I can't take all that amount of time off. I've not been here long enough. I can do seven days definitely, ten days if I'm lucky."When Heather approached her manager the following day, she was given the ten days without any questions. "You can take as long as you like," her manager told her with a laugh. "Don't forget, you're freelance, no work, no pay." "Oh. Yes." Heather said startled.. Slurps and moans could be heard as she sucked his knob like a champ. The old guy was getting everything any guy would want from a sexy girl like her. His cock was glistening from her saliva as she licked and spit on his member. I was getting horny and by this time had my hand in my track pants massaging my hard cock. Amber stopped her sucking for a minute and looked over at me and said, "Hun, you're gonna have to come over her and fuck me, I'm going to need you to loosen me or I'm never gonna. He had called them the night before and, for the amount of money he was offering, they had been willing to fly in immediately. Arthur had, of course, spent a large part of the meeting planting suggestions in their minds to insure their absolute loyalty and to prevent any moral qualms from interfering with their duties.For a moment he was distracted by the emotions feeding back from his bond with Mia, forcing him to contemplate her fate. He would have to destroy her for her treachery, he.