.." No 'sirs' in this room," he said with a grin. "Frank works just fine." Uh, Frank," she stammered, lost for a second, "I'm trying not to worry abou... work until after the holidays. I have a couple of places in St. Louis that I'll contact after the first of the year..." Mind telling me what happened?" he bluntly asked, but there was a smile on his face that belied the bluntness somewhat.Arlene, sitting beside her, sneaked a hand over to squeeze Eileen's as she met Wainwright's eyes. She had. "No kidding?" Brody looked from one to the other, and decided to say no more. "No kidding." Lara laughed. "Take it easy, Ryan. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She went back out the door as Ryan waved. "Never mind her," Ryan told him as they walked to the elevator. "She just likes to put me on the spot. It's a best-friend thing." "Guys do that, too, but it usually involves beer first." Ryan laughed as the elevator doors open. Brody stood aside to let her in first, then pressed the button for her. I was hanging off of a St. Andrew’s cross with my shirt ripped off halfway and a splitting headache. I saw my 2 assistants on crosses on either side of me. They were both awake looking scared shitless. “What happened?” I asked. They explained to me everything that they had seen. The sex, the beatings, the rituals. All of it…well all they could remember. “Hey!” I called out. “Hey fuckers!”The room went silent. All eyes, or eyes that weren’t either blindfolded or tied in the opposite direction,. I felt my nipples being pinched by his fingers. He pinched them, squeezed them, rolled them. His kisses went down along my neck, his mouth sucking wherever he could. I threw my head back against him and exposed my neck to more of his lips. Too soon I felt my knees weaken and a sweet, tickling pleasure that meant I was having an orgasm. I placed my hand on the back of his head. I could feel his cock in between my ass. I grind my ass against it out of pure curiosity. It felt hard. The contour.