No one is coming, and you will go nowhere until we are finished here. My message will take some time, so you had best make yourself comfortable."Fathe... Bernard returned the telephone handset to his ear, and hearing nothing but his own erratic, thumping pulse, he slammed it down onto the telephone base. Glancing again at the doorway, then the window and seeing that nothing had changed, he slumped heavily into his chair. His sweating hands gripped the ornately carved ends of the leather-padded. ..”“Bullshit!” I cut her off again. “Why else do you keep jamming bits of metal into your face?”The muscles in her face worked as she clenched and unclenched her jaw.“At dinner, Sam said you weren’t pissed at the sh ... at Leroy. Is this how he knew? Because when you’re pissed at someone you get stuck into them?”“Maybe. Stop trying to change the subject. What are you going to do about your brother?”“Will you talk to him?” she asked.“He’s your brother. You talk to him.”“I wouldn’t know where to. Now she was mocking and crooning about the "poor little voyeur boy not getting off" My pain and excitement though turned to true fear when I heard her crawl under the table and she passed the candle flame back and forth, cooking my wiener.I was struggling in earnest now and she just laughed and laughed and finally said, "Well, I guess we can't let this swollen purple fruit down here go to waste. Hold still, and I mean it or I will castrate you like I should have done for going to look at. She slid her lips down his shaft and took him into the depths of her gullet in one smooth motion, lubricated by her slick saliva. He grunted as he felt his glans impact the back of her throat. She resumed her bobbing again, sucking and slurping obscenely as she drove his member deep inside her warm mouth, her drool pooling around him and leaking down his shaft in blobs.He was beside himself, unable to focus as he felt her lips scrape his cock, her rough tongue scouring his glans and lapping at.