She saw Betty stop sucking Al's cock. They were both looking at her. She glanced up at Phil's face and he smiled."I'll warn you in plenty of time, Sta...y. It might be better for you to stop sucking before I shoot off. If you find you don't like giving a blow job feel free to stop at any time."Stacy realized she was still holding the can of beer in her other hand. She put it on the end table without stopping the up and down movement of her fist. She liked the feel of the hard organ in her hand. Each intercepted the other's slap with their left-hand, grasping the wrist with a firm hold. Teresa and Barbara struggled to gain an advantage but were at a stalemate. Neither would relinquish their hold on the others wrist and as a result neither could inflict any damage to the others clothing or person. Kicks were exchanged, but none landed solidly. They circled the stage several times in their struggle pushing each other back and forth. Barbara had a slight advantage with her athletic shoes. It was autumn, but she was barefoot, her feet achingwith cold, her naked arms coarse with goosebumps. In her mouth was a gag, aleather ball between her teeth, secured with a leather strap. H er lips formeda seal around its circumference, her jaws ached. Three guards. Two held her arms: the Sergeant followed. They hurried theirfrightened prisoner towards the thirteen steps that rose to the malevolentJustice H all. Grey stone columns, iron fittings in which unlit torches rested,a black metal. "Ok, I'm in the red truck in the back row of trucks, it has gold eagles on the doors", I pointed to it. "Oh dat one?" as he pointed to it. "Yes that one, I'll leave the passenger door open and you can just come in ok?" "You sure?', he asked. "Yes, just come in ok?" he nodded with a big grin on his face. "What your name?". I told him my name was Tina, which it isn't, just didn't want my name floating around there so my uncle someday would find out. "My name Jesus!". I shook his hand and started.