Sending me her soiled panties was just a start.“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.“Yes,” I whispered.There was silence at the end of the li...e. I didn’t know if she was still there.“Hello?” I asked, “Are you still there?”“Yes, still I’m here,” she responded, “Tell me what you liked about smelling my panties. Were they exciting to you? Did they make you hard?”“I’m getting hard right now,” I answered, “Just hearing your voice makes me hard.”“Because you’ve been rubbing your nose is my panty. No panties, no bra, and a see-thru outfit that affords glimpses of your pussy, your ass and your nipples to anyone who cares to look. But you only have eyes for me, no matter how many others plead for you to go with them. You will wear weighted nipple clamps and an arm-binder just for me. You'll beg me to attach an ass-hook to that arm-binder. Then I'll recline and you'll have to bend over and lick me to orgasm, so you can enjoy the hook sliding deeper and deeper inside you. Perhaps I should. " He stroked my nipple and it hardened it immediately until it had the firmness and hardness of Tupperware. His tongue pressed up against the back of my throat. He kissed very aggressively and it got be all the more turned on. His moustache brushed against my upper lip and I loved the feeling. My chest was heaving at this point and I saw the same bulge in his jeans grow. I had no choice but to loosen his belt and feel the silky hard rod pulsate in my hand. He was huge. I didn't know if I could. Carl placed his hand on the rookies shoulder, “you ready John?”John Charon swallowed hard and nodded and then he crouched and opened the door onto the open fourth floor and his breathing quickened as he looked at the thick black wall moving towards them followed by a dim orange glow. Where the flames rolled out from behind and spilled along the grid work of heavy timbers supporting the fifth floor; it reminded Carl of the old ice trays as the water spills from one end to the other. “Let's get.