There wasstark tube lighting, so nothing could have been hidden. I could clearly imaginewhat I must look like; my bright red, sweating face, wet with ...ears and snotand cock juice, black mascara running wild around bulging red-veined eyes,nostrils flaring desperately as my nose lay buried in his curly black pubichair, my red lipstick all smudged around my lips, stretched thin and past itsbreaking point by the slimy, black muscle that impaled and obscenely distortedmy face. My eyesight was. When I moved my hands back to the top, I let my right hand brush the hair and lips around her pussy as I wrapped my hands around her thigh. After doing the right thigh for several minutes, each stroke brushing her pussy, I moved to the right thigh and did the same as on the left. As I started to get off her legs so I could do her lower legs, Jessie said "I think the insides of my thighs need a little more word." That sly dog was pretending less and less like this was massage. I sat back on her. Neither one of them is here for this game – they’re playing games of their own. The fourth player stands up and steps forward. She’s neither as tall nor as graceful as the blonde. At about 162 centimetres, with reddish-brown hair and dark, burning eyes, she’s thin to the point of emaciation, the kind of thinness that’s deliberate and hard-won, not the result of natural coltishness. She’s all angles, and her long face lies along her left arm whenever she shoots. She’s not as pretty as her. Cold, damp stone walls with wooden torches in iron brackets and solid steel manacles hung intermittently along them. The floor was also stone with scattered straw and muck and human filth. Devices of torture were assembled around the place with no apparent sense of logic or forethought. And in the centre a wooden table with shackles at either end.“So where d’you wan…” His question was immediately terminated as Chun Lee slapped him with surprising vehemence across his face.“SHUT YOUR STINKING.