He felt the cool air of the room washing over his turgid shaft coated with her saliva and opened his eyes to look down at her pulling her wide-open li...s away.Without another word, his friend's wife stood up again, her blue eyes smoky with desire as she grasped his long thickness tightly with her right hand and began leading him along behind her.Her eyes lifted to his and she told him in a voice thick with passion, "Mmmmm, you've got a really nice prick. Come on into the bedroom."Now as they. It was foul, and they knew it, but drink it I did, it was better than the pain though I knew ultimately the liquid would be recycled. Breathing-however was not so easy, my nose being a little blocked, I supposed with dust from the warehouse. Occasionally there were screams from the next room, god alone knows what they were doing to that youngster, though I had enough problems of my own to worry about. After some hours ‘Mengele’ looked in saying he was off and would see me next day, NEXT BLOODY. When we pulled in Mike’s driveway his car was not there. He said, “Neil, I’m beat. I suggest you go to bed and the girls will be home eventually.” Mike was blasé about the whole thing. I wasn’t. If the bitch wanted to go pub crawling, she could have at least told me before she left the club.I drove back to town to look for Mike’s 1973 Mercury convertible. It was the only yellow Merc convertible on the island so it was reasonable I could find it at one of the late night music and dance bars. I. The slender gentleman gave George a scratch behind the ears, which did much to endear himself to our supposed protector and guardian. That old golden retriever was lucky he had a good personality.It took only 10 minutes for the guy to hook up my new phone and answering machine, testing the line by calling from the kitchen.“There ya go,” he said flatly. “That should do it.”I thanked him and led him out, where George awaited another scratch behind the ears. The man drove off, leaving me free for.