Then we where making others pose and where talking about what each other wanted, my friend said that she dosen't like giving head, I reminded him that...I was bi and have been with guys before, so he could get head. Well I guess that was the wrong thing to say with her turn next, she said she wanted to see me giving him head. I said dare, cause I knew that he wasn't into guy guy things, so she said ok suck his cock then!! we going with the game I agreed to, so she was sitting in between me. They’re here now.’ I said. ‘I thought we had more time.’ I put the pick aside, its tip blunted from hammering the stone window frame and grasped the two bars in my hands. ‘Stand back.’ I exerted my stronger than human strength. The time for subtlety was gone. In the back of my mind I thought, ‘This is a fine mess you’ve got yourself in Bridget. An agent of Allan Pinkerton’s Secret Service and a trusted one at that, breaking a notorious female Rebel spy out of jail. Well, a girl’s gotta do what. ’ Kell wished he hadn’t drank so much the night before, he would sure like to beat the living hell out of Sir Oliver. What bloody right did he have to be here. ‘I’m not going back, Sir Oliver.’ ‘Yes, you are, Kelloch.’ ‘Don’t call me that.’ Running on pure outrage of Oliver’s outlandish disrespect, Kell stood. ‘Do not forget, Sir Oliver, that I outrank you. You’ve not land nor title.’ ‘True, my lord, I do not.’ ‘I want you out of my house.’ Kell demanded. Standing, Oliver sighed. ‘You. My head swooned and my pussy came even more alive. As I tenderly danced the tip of my finger over his throat, his own fingertips found my mouth and softly traced my lips. I gasped as his gentle touch sent familiar lightning strikes to each nipple. They strained against the thin padding of my bra. He leaned down and smoothly covered my lips with his. Instinct took over us as our lips pressed against each other’s and our mouths parted ever so slightly to let our tongues collide in their own.