"I don't need guts. I'll scoop them out of her. Now, if you would alllay down on the floor..." I instructed. All of them paused, then slowlyobeyed... ...xcept Mark."Bitch, stop pretending! Come here right now!" He yelled. For a secondI thought he was yelling at me, but I felt Tonia squirming slightly inmy arms. I hoped I hadn't shown it, but I was definitely worried now.Either way, it didn't matter since Tonia broke free from my grip andran to Mark."I'm... I'm sorry Samantha, but I... I told him. I hung on his every syllable. I found myself talking to him as much as possible, just so I could listen to his calming voice. There was no urgency in his requests, no demands, no customers on the verge of crumbling. He was simply calling to get some information. Once he conversation was over and the receiver back on the hook, I could only stare for a moment and try to regain my breath. Why did it seem that I was just hypnotized by this mans voice? And so it went, week after week and month after. " Yes I can see that. So where shall we go?" he asked."Oh hell let's go back to the dinning room. It's large enough for us to get lost." I suggested."Good, we can find something there for you to eat." he said seriously."Don't worry Jerrod, I'll manage." I said it as I turned away."Well, I guess I should go take a shower," Jerrod said."You do that and I'll get ready as well. When you dress keep in mind we will probably head on over to the disco. I want to be seen doing normal things." I. First it filled the deepest recesses of her throat. Then it began to back up. The only thing she could think of was the ‘mini sick’ caught in her throat before her mouth, making her swallow it all down. However, it continued to back up, filling her mouth and spilling out. A final pumping of his testicles released a thick, heavy, creamy load which, having nowhere else to go, exploded up her nasal cavity and out of her nose, like the foam of an overly fizzy drink. Her voice grew into a whispered.