‘How much time do we have?’ I laughed. We stopped rowing for a while. ‘Well, me and Michael live with our mum, Sarah and our sister, Orla. She�...s six. As you probably know from Michael, our dad died when I was fifteen. I’m eighteen now…’ I trailed off. The look on his face told me everything – he hadn’t known at all. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, solemnly. ‘I’ve only know Michael a year…I didn’t know…’ He stopped, looking embarrassed. I smiled. ‘It’s okay. I’m kind of over it,’ I lied. ‘Plus, he died. Though you feel yourself descending as fast as gravity will allow, you have no idea when the ground will meet you. It becomes maddening. Seconds pass, maybe a minute, and you almost begin to beg for the ride to end. You don't think it will kill you, at the very least it would be highly counter-productive to send you to this world in a lethal transport, but the knowledge of this fails to override the primal instinct telling you that falls at this velocity are usually terminal.It still isn't. ?A tramp stamp huh?? He scoffs as he pats the inked tribal tattoo on the small of her back, just above the faded whip marks crisscrossing her buttocks. ?Well? She shouldn’t have a problem with her new pierces then!? He jokes, drawing smiles from the others as he pats her rump. ?Yes gentlemen.? He nonchalantly states as he turns, stares toward them, nods toward the entryway. ?I’m satisfied with my new property? Another excellent job? As usual? You may leave now?? The. “Ohmygod!” she gasped. I slid down, pausing to tend to her succulent nipples. Treating them like her clit, I tongued those lush berries, before nipping them and stretching them in my teeth, each in its turn. I kissed my way down her tummy, hoping she’d be able to last a little longer by not having much time to think about and anticipate it. At last, I was on my tummy between her legs. She was breathing heavily, tight little moans escaping her with each breath. The aroma of her sexual essence.