Mick pulled his cock out from her wet mouth, “Hey! No bitin’!”She turned her head to the side as her stomach heaved. She fought the feeling of t...rowing up as her mouth and eyes watered. Katie braced herself against the wall and muttered, “I can’t help it.” Her eyes watered as she looked up at the toothless man, “It’s,” as she coughed, “It’s too big.”Mick smiled and laughed loudly at the kneeling rich woman that echoed in the stairwell. He then shrugged his shoulders as he couldn’t remember the. It seemed like a weird and ineffective plan but strangely I felt at ease with it and could not wait to finish the book and stretch out for my slumber thinking it was as good a plan as any I had previously considered.The book was all about the Battle in Monmouth, New Jersey and the heroine was none other than the famous “Molly Pitcher”, the battleground artillery expert that helped win the day. I smiled and hoped that I would not wake up as a female inside the body of Molly because I had a sense. The dog took turns cleaning himself.As I caught my breath I asked Trish if she had enjoyed that. She smiled weakly and said of course she had. I turned to ask Jethro same question.The bastard said next time he would fuck me in my tight ass…I sat down on the grass spreading my legs and asked Trish to suck my pussy. I really wanted it; I needed to feel now a soft tongue in my cunt…Trish got down on her knees in front of me and placed her hands on my inner thighs. Leaning forward she took my. ?Why would they? I’m obedient and am good at what I do. I fear they’ll save it up for you?or me as emotional blackmail.??Meaning?? Mel asked.?Meaning that they’ll hurt me to try and make you talk. They were mentioning some of the wonderful features of this chair.?Mel jerked on her chains. ?I?I can’t talk.? She saw Chesna’s anxious face. ?But I can’t see you get hurt either.? She wondered if Chesna was actually a spy. It was possible.And further discussion was cut short as the cell door opened.