It was flexible, more like hard rubber than the gleaming steel that it so resembled.The room gave her the willies, it was too empty, so unnaturally fe...tureless that it was making her snowblind. She found herself clinging to Sleethe’s powerful arm, the Krell warbling sympathetically as he coiled his long tail around her, like a knee-high wall of scales to keep her safe. She realized that there was no noise, that was part of what was making the chamber so unnerving. All that she could hear was. He thrust the box at his father for his approval and asked, "Do you remember, Dad?"Patrick Reed stared at the brilliance of lights that danced through the many facets of the jewelry piece. He nodded and blinked back tears. James sighed heavily. "I was eighteen when you had that talk with me," he recalled aloud. "Annie was so pissed off with me and I couldn't even begin to understand why," he laughed softly. "She caught me dead to rights with Sophie Mcguire under the bleachers. I still don't. The smell of musk and semen hits your nose. You realize the odors must be much stronger for your wife. But she seems to enjoy it. With her hands on your hips, Cherie thrusts her hot wet mouth down your cock."Mmmm," Cherie says, as she makes yummy noises. "Mmm-mmm-mmm!"She sucks you as hard as she can: Her lips twist and tug on your balls, making a lot of sucking noises, while her tongue sticks out to lick the nut sacs. The heat of her mouth makes you cum. Cherie keeps sucking on your balls. The smells were just one more aspect of the 'science'."I have a treat for you today," he said as he dropped the bundle on his desk.A sigh of relief. The benefactor not the knife.She had learned quickly that he hated it when she begged and pleaded. It made him mad. The benefactor was what he called himself in the voices in the dark. He liked defiance. The more she fought him, the gentler he was."I don't want anything from you but to go home," her voice was hoarse and rough but she tried to sound.