There was something next to her chin now. She nearly turned towards IT, but thought better of it. A semi-hard penis was resting against nose. Shaven b...lls touching her lower lip and chin. “Suck him, bitch…” The order came after maybe 15 seconds of absolute silence, only broken when some-one´s mobile-phone beeped somewhere in the back. Catching the cock without using hands, was not as easy as she had thought, but she managed. The penis tasted of the pussy she had just been licking. “I shall. I opened the back door, and reached inside. I pulled out a box of ammo to reload the Marlin. Once loaded, I chambered a round and peeked over the hood of the Hummer. I scanned the area and saw the man moving behind a tree. Taking aim, I started firing into the brush around the base of the tree. Each discharge of the rifle sent pain through my body and I tried to ignore it."Close, Viking, but no fucking cigar," shouted the voice again.Before I could say anything more, the rest of my women opened. We hung up and I stood there for a minute. First thing find that fucking robe sash. I opened the closet door and there was my cock hanging on the rail. I went to put it on and thought no. Maybe the first time a fondling and pussy sucking would be enough. Then I thought back and knew that it wouldnt have been enough for me. So I put the cock on and changed into a long more substantial cotton robe with a bloody sash and returned to the kitchen. Bamber was sitting on the couch in the conservatory. The cell in the dungeon was quite cold. We had made it that way. The floor was bare concrete. We had removed the carpeting. Lying down on the thin piece of carpet was uncomfortable to say the least. The thin blanket did not keep me warm. The manacles attached to my throat collar did help, I had not come since Saturday, what with my clitoris burnt, and Simon had guessed, rightly so, that I would have given myself a nice orgasm, had my hands been free. I deserved one. He could have just forbidden.