. shamelessly. Maybe that's been my problem, she thought. I expect Art to take the initiative, but he's just too preoccupied. Sometimes a girl has to ...ake things into her own hands... like that blonde girl in the movie.A vivid vision of Art's long, thick cock sprang into Kathy's mind. Well, what else could she do?But instead of getting ready for bed, Kathy saw that Art was still dressed as he'd been, the only difference being his shirt was unbuttoned and hanging out of his pants. He was sitting. And they weren't, it seemed, in a good mood—not surprising, given that it was about 1:00 a.m. and they'd probably been waiting quite a while for us."Where the hell have you been?" snarled Smith as we emerged.Well, fuck that. I wasn't Scarpia any more, I'd left him back at the opera house, but even Nick Volker didn't have to take that kind of crap. "That's none of your Goddamned business," I barked. "What in God's name are you two back again for?"Smith was clearly about ready to come back even. Thinking of other things has taken my mind off the fluid flowing into my ass, and the pressure that is building in my bladder, but both are becoming uncomfortable and I am unable to keep my thoughts off them. I am halfway through drinking the water in the jug and I can see that the bag that is flowing into my ass is only about half empty as well. I can see from the clock on the wall that I have been tied to the table for an hour, the nozzle in my ass is becoming more and more uncomfortable as. ‘I must say that you look lovely tonight, Maureen. Please eat its getting cool.’ Murphy smiled and picked up his utensils, looking at her, ‘How was your week?’ Maureen grinned and said, ‘Very productive, if not immediately lucrative, How was yours?’ Les cut his veal and said, ‘Wonderful, nothing more exciting than Heddy Murchison, finding out that she’s to be a grandmother. That caused some excitement down at the office.’ He began to eat as Maureen took her first bite of the veal. She liked to.