Gina grabbed the bottle and pulled a few inches out. Joe released her lips and grabbed the bottle and gently pulled the rest of it out. Some blood dri...ped down, but didn’t look much dangerous.“Get ready to leave,” he told John.John gave a nod and went outside.“Well… we’d better get going.” He looked at Gina.“Yeah…” she said.“Give us 10 minutes before you release the prisoners,” he said. “They’re tied in the barn.”“Ok.” She said.“We are taking the buckboard; I’m leaving two horses in exchange.”. I was soaked to say the least. I told her that was nice, and she continued. She was rubbing my clit next and doing a VERY good job of it. She ran her fingers side to side for a minute, and then changed to up and down. I was getting close and I was ready to orgasm.“Meredith, I want you to reach into your mind again and feel your power. Let it come to the surface, and right before you orgasm, lightly project it to her again.” I heard her say to me.I had her get down on her knees and take my. We greeted each other, I found her destination on my app and we were on our way. “Too many old men in that bar” she said rather bluntly. I could tell she was a couple drinks in on her night by the way she was talking and opening up to me. This is pretty typical for late night journeys. Get that blood-alcohol level up and you’re telling stuff to your driver you’d never tell your friends. As she was describing the scene at the bar, she seemed to be hinting that she was looking for a. Such was the care with which she went to work, it must have been half an hour before I was fully erect. She would work me very gently, then tighten just a little so that my cock stiffened, but then slacken up so that it relaxed again. In cycles, waves, she grew my fella with exquisite deliberateness to his full dimensions. Then she sat back on the bed as though admiring my cock, or her handiwork, or possibly both, and she began to unfasten my trousers and ease them down around my ankles. Freed.