Water shuts off. I kiss her stomach, her waist, her thighs, calves, knees. I kiss her pussy, her ass cheeks. I stand up, lift one leg up, she strok...s my cock, making it harder. I feel her pussy, getting wetter. When it's time, I sink the hero of this story back inside her. Pressing her up against that cold tile wall, pinning her, she can't move, nor does she want to, I hammer her some more. I'm a blacksmith now, forging a beautiful new sword. I lift her up and hold her, her arms around. I respected this and said just point me to the right direction. I heard a snicker or two and if I weren't so shit faced I probably would have been like that fucking robot on Lost in Space-you know-" Warning Warning Danger Danger." The arms wailing the lights flickering. But they knew that if they could get me drunk that my usually keen senses would be off.So anyway some Enigma was pounding on the stereo and I couldn't make anything out from the apparent crowd except a slight hum, which meant. You see this bull whip over here. I’m going to rip every square inch of skin off your body with it. I’ll enjoy it but I guarantee you that you won’t enjoy it at all.’ ‘So, you’re sure you have won Brian?. It does look that way doesn’t it? You have nothing to lose now, why don’t you tell me where you’ve imprisoned Eleanor?’ ‘Why, what good would it do you, Paul?’ ‘None, it’s just idle curiosity.’ ‘It can’t hurt now, you will never be able to tell anyone. She’s in the bottom of a cistern just. They decided to leave the door where it was and build off the back and right sides of the cabin, adding a bedroom off the back, and a room for a kitchen off the side, with a second door in it, leading to the back of the cabin to the outhouse, which needed to be rebuilt, just behind the cabin in the woods.They worked and talked most of the day, clearing away trees and fallen branches from where the additions were going to be built. They worked up a sweat with all that work, and around 3:00 pm,.