The air smelled of oil and grease, and there was a slight mustiness from being sealed up tightly for several months at a time.At the bottom of the lad...er was a single light switch. He flipped it, and a single bulb came on, illuminating the room. The light was powered by a battery pack attached to the regular power grid which ran through the room via a buried line. Next to the battery box was a massive shutoff switch. That particular corner was rather dim so Bryan held the flashlight in his. "You're a little pain slut, aren't you? You love to be humiliated."I whimper in response to her words as she adds light pressure to my airway. She brings her decadent mouth to my right nipple and sucks on the swollen nub, lavishing it in slick warmth. My pussy clenches around her cock and my entire body spasms as my core tightens and my breath turns shallow."Miss, I'm going to come," I urgently whisper.A tiny shriek escapes me as my hips buck forward and my cum gushes out of me, spraying her. “So it’s true what I’ve heard. There’s a reason ‘mutt’ rhymes with ‘slut.’” Withdrawing his fingers, he sniffed them before tasting the fruit of his labor, smirking down at her. “My, but what a sexy little moan. I want to hear more of that.”Lowering his head, his voice grew dark and gruff in her ear. “I’m going to have my way with you, pet. I’m going to fuck you how I want to. You can either enjoy it or resist it. I’d rather you enjoy it, but either way, it won’t change the fact that you’re. Steady, though.”“Thanks, Milden,” Tergin replied, his hand squeezing the brewmaster’s shoulder. “I’ll see what I can do.”Sir Givens walked slowly to the table in the far corner. The tavern was hot, a small fire in the hearth putting out an inordinate amount of heat as it hissed and crackled. Lanterns supplemented the flickering light of the small fire, keeping the tavern barely lit with plenty of shadows dancing around the room. The smell of fresh bread drifted on the motionless air, undercut.