" she complained. "You should have said," I sympathised, "I could have warmed some beer." "Ok, ok, I'll drink it." she agreed. "Just put the cup down ...arefully when you finish and Mrs Wilberforce can finish up, and I'll be back soon, just got to drop your clothes off at the Jumble sale in the Village." I suggested. I was sure she didn't believe me but that's exactly what I did, everything clean, except some of the underwear which I burned, and a little black dress, I put in bin liners and threw. She felt as though there was nothing left of her but a mindless craving for release, a release that would always remain just out of reach.She had just reached the point along the rope where she usually stopped and began walking backwards when she heard his voice right behind her, startling her.“Keep walking.”The angle of the rope was too high for her to walk any further and she tried to tell him, “But I can’t—ouch!” Once again she felt the point of his knife in her behind and jumped. Craig threw his head back and closed his eyes at the pleasure she was giving him. "I told you she was good, you should see her when I ram my strap on down her throat, she fucking loves it!" Becky said. Quickly Claire began bobbing her head back and forward fast on his cock, taking nearly all of his length and humming as she did. The sensations that this caused were like an electric current coursing through his cock and into his balls. Again he looked over to the smiling Becky as she tweaked her. He had been watching them since he arrived at the docks, noting their movements. The large hood did well in hiding their face, and what it couldn’t conceal, they compensated for by subtly turning their head or looking away from everyone else, controlling what angles they were seen from. Even Noah had barely caught a glimpse of their complexion, and the gloves on their hands offered no clue.Whoever they were, they were good at avoiding detection, which, ironically, is what interested Noah..