Using his shoulders as support, I’m shaky as I do as he asks. He grabs my ass, pinning me to the wall as I’m now basically sitting in front of him... I know what he’s planning, but I have no idea how this is going to work. I’ll end up squirming and that’ll cause him to lose his hold on me. All my thoughts disappear with the first, full lick. I moan and lean farther back into the wall. Any more, and I’ll be going through it. My legs hug him as my ankles cross, keeping him right where he is.. He moved around the corner by the restrooms and picked up the pay phone. He talked for a few minutes and then hung up. He flipped open the phone book that was hanging from the phone and dialed again. He talked to someone again only this time he seemed angry. When he hung up and came back to her, she felt safe again. She had ordered them both iced tea and he sat down and started to drink his. The door to the diner opened and two guys came in and sat at a table across the room. Spencer watched. She went to the Western Wall and saw an old Jewish man walking slowly up to the holy site. She watched him pray for almost an hour.When he turned to leave, holding a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.“Pardon me, sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg”, he replied.“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For 75 years.”“75 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for peace between the Christians,. If you DON'T do as you're told... then I'm going to go home and make Michelle come until SHE passes out. Do you understand?" Her response was just moans and writhing. I asked again if she understood, while doing mean, painful things to the nipples I had captured, and she gasped out a yes. I corrected her: "Yes, sir." She groaned, and ground herself against my thigh, and said "yes, sir." I leaned forward and took an earlobe gently in my teeth, and rewarded her with a whispered "good girl". She.