" "Again, and louder," she demanded. "Fuck me, please!" I said. My mouth was able to move slightlybetter. "Good. Thank you," she replied. ...But I have already." And shelaughed. She turned, walked up the stairs and turned the lights off. Iwas strapped down on my back, with my legs widely spread apart. Mywrists were handcuffed to a thick, rigid collar which stopped myneck from turning or moving, and the collar, in turn, was pulledtightly towards the other end of the table. Because. Don't worry about anything. You've got a lot more in your tank than you think!" What is this blue line on your tummy?'' I had no idea what he was talking about. ''You have this little blue line right above your pubes, Sylvia." I looked down and saw it too, but I couldn't bend myself over enough to really see it. It looked like it might be some tiny letters. ''Donnie, get down there and look. Maybe there is something going on with my body.'' He put his face down next to my puss. Then he started. And he’s not stupid. He might hesitate, but he wouldn’t hold out on the daughter of Homicide Captain Dave Jennings.Man-mountain Columbo, at close to 300 pounds, was stuffed into a wooden rocker on the porch, nursing a breakfast beer. “Go away, cunt.”“Columbo. I’m so proud to witness your ongoing triumph over anorexia nervosa.”“Fuck you.” Added, “Bitch.”Harold’s house gleamed as usual. His girls scrubbed, buffed, shined. I went up the stairs, touched my .38 in the shoulder holster on my left. She blurts out that she wants to taste it.We are a few minutes from our house so he keeps driving and she keeps sucking my cock. As we get to the house I tell him to pull into the driveway. He does and parks the car. She gets out and jumps into the front seat.I readjust into the middle so I can see. She gets in and closes the door. She tells him to turn toward her. So he puts his right leg up on the seat and his back against his door. He is slowly stroking his cock and dosent say a word. She.