Sort of. There was no mistaking that he wasn't "giving" anything, his throat was being fucked and it hurt in a way that couldn't be described. Hot, sa...ty tears stained his cheeks as he prayed for the torture to end, and simultaneously, never to end.The reward at the end of his torture would come soon enough. His master, tormentor, and dream lover shoved the full length of his hardness deep in Scott's throat. His nose deeply embedded in the thick patch of wiry pubic hairs, Scott felt the. They are all fast asleep; I saw to that. This place is far from the nearest habitation and the locals have never liked it anyway. It has a special meaning for us of the Dark Brotherhood, but the general run of folks hate it, as would you have done if you had not been drugged!"This was true. Now that Veronica was her normal self, she could feel the evil of this spot. Even without the presence of this hellish group of wicked depraved men it would be a foul and evil place to be. It reeked of. Am I just totally losing it?"Placing two Ibuprofen tablets and a mug of Marga's love in Henry's hands, while that mischievous little girl look crawled over her face, Alice said, "No, you're not losing it. The buffer just came up to full strength and is scheduled to last at least forty five minutes if not longer. Now go sit down and relax. I'll hold the fort for a bit."Even through the weariness, Alice could feel the 'thank you' radiating from Henry's soul, as he bent over and lightly kissed the. In my case it was very thick French toast complete with link sausage and apple sauce. I also had lots of french roast coffee. The coffee was only adequate but it was better than nothing.When I got back to the motel, I used Martin's secure line to speak with Jen. "First of all you Barrister slut, did you get there alright, and are they treating you well?" I asked."Yes, I'm fine and Bob even pulled in an hour or so ago," she informed me."Good for him, I want you to do something for me?" I.