Pain returned as a jet of cold water sprayed over her body and washed away the stale and dried urine. As with other such rooms the world over, the Rub... Palace's torture chambers were built to be washed out with a drain in the floor, which sloped so that blood, urine, or other messes could be swilled away. Although Zubeydeh was not aware of it, the Ruby Palace was more modern than most in that an industrial size waste disposal unit was installed so that solids, even including bones, could simply. Then Hank came up alongside the booth and fussed withsomething I couldn't see. He swung a microphone, on a long flexible arm,out and just above my head.Hank told me, "Go ahead... Winky. Say something to the people. Get themworked up. This booth isn't going to make any money if you don't gettheir attention. Get them riled up."I looked at him blankly. He shook his head in disgust and reached outone long arm to swing the microphone back toward himself. Then heunfastened it from its mounting. I didn’t want to be reminded how much this fuck with Jonah was costing. Once home, I ran upstairs and placed my outfit on the bed to admire it. Rummaging through a bedside drawer, I pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings. I again stood back to admire my ensemble, much like a worker might stand back from his tidied work bench and admire his tools. Jonah was in for a treat for sure but, this time, I was hoping to be in for a treat too.As I lay in the bath, soaking beneath bubbles and taking in. She looked determined to conquer my cock whole. I could see her eyes burning with desire as they started to water now as she pushed her mouth and reflexes to the limit. She continued her impressive progress with four inches, then five, then seven, and now struggling to reach eight inches I could feel the back of her throat. Tears elegantly streamed from her soft big blue eyes streaking down the sides of her face as she clenched my ass cheeks harder. She pushed me further toward her while her.