I told you not to come, she said, as if that was something I might have forgotten about. Sorry, I said, laughing. I was tired and satisfied and hoped...she would uncuff me. But as it turned out, she had no such intention. Instead, she dropped back to her knees and started licking me clean. I shivered with the intensity of the feeling and, laughing, asked her to stop, but she didnt answer and just kept doing what she was doing. I tried to swing my hips one way and the other to make her stop, but. I looked down at the small round tin, half the contents were gone, as I reached behind and forced my finger into my ass, working it to loosen up powerful sphincter muscle, the last thin I had inserted in there was my hairbrush, I touched his cock again in a reassuring manner that I was still here and ready to let him fuck me in my bum.I cannot say with all honesty that Vaseline is a good lubricant, but it was greasy and he was hard enough to slide inside me and start humping with the heat of my. . Patience... And you shouldn't talk so much. Your voice needs to heal from all that screaming earlier, and all the screaming you're about to do." With this, he bends down in front of me. I begin to hear the whir of machinery. Sounds like a fan or something. Then he unstraps my right ankle. I immediately kick forward, hoping to hit him, but my bloody toes are met with whirling blades."AAAHHH!!!", I let out a pitiful cry. He grabs my leg and holds it still as he moves the device up my leg,. And then her arms folded onto the counter, her head down, as Michelle gasped for breath, and once she found it, she sobbed. The sobs increased in pitch and volume, now more like the keening of a distraught funeral mourner. Thompson waited all this out, knowing that it was no mere trick of women's tears, but a genuine display of remorse and anguish. After a long time, when Michelle's cries had softened from exhaustion more than anything else, he spoke."Tears are not enough. You need now to tell.