Finally, after waiting patiently for an agonizing three weeks, he told me to prepare for a new task. Eagerly I did as he told me and joined him in his...laboratory. “Undress and lie down on that table,” he said. “What?” “Take your clothes off. You won’t be needing those.” I hesitated, but knew that he was always dead serious when he began his rituals. I took off all my clothes and climbed onto the table before he strapped my wrists and ankles to the oaken boards with thick leather straps. I. Jodie lapped at the few sprays that crossed her lips, enjoying the salty, clean taste as she waited for them to finish marking her as theirs.“Fuck, you’re one filthy bitch, you know that?” Marcel’s voice. “Look at you, all covered in cum!”“She needs cleaning up.” Pig’s voice was surprising falsetto for a man of his size, and Jodie looked up just in time to see the big man taking aim with his cock.She was curious; at least that’s what she told herself later. That was the only excuse for why. The real reason was that he knew the man with the red streaks in his aura very well. Frank Parsons was the man that shot him in the back and head and left him for dead five years before.Frank goggled when he saw Ben and blurted, "Jake said he thought you might still be alive. How the hell did you live through that? I shot you in the head." Maybe you did kill me, and maybe not," Ben said grimly as the men were halted in front of him.Han stalked up beside Ben and glared at the big man. "ah I ih. Writing the whole thing off in my mind as my overactive libido and the beer, I left the bar and headed off to my room.I unpacked, showered and tried to turn in but I just couldn’t seem to get the guy from the bar off my mind. For whatever reason, this guy had me all worked up and there was no way I was going to get to sleep. Giving it up as a lost cause I decided that a soak in the hotel hot tub might be what I needed to relax and maybe take my mind off the stranger from the bar. I got up and.