The cold metal was a welcome relief to my stinging ass. "Lie down on your back," he commanded and I swiftly obeyed, excited at what he had planned. He...tied my arms above my head again and my feet at the edge of the table so that I was spread eagle in front of him. "Such a beautiful woman.... such a beautiful pussy..." he said, and knelt down in front of me. He began caressing my thighs that I knew were already wet with my own juices. "You're so wet already baby, but I want to see even more. One. The five people had their bona fides once more checked, andboarded the elevator for the descent to the level holding the prisoner.The elevator car seemed to travel for an abnormally long period oftime. It reached the point at which Schtopaugh asked rhetorically,"Who came up with the idea of literally keeping this creature in hell?"That got a chuckle from everyone BUT the eternally humorless AgentTorgeson.When the elevator reached the point Michael mentally termed the'B.O.T.E', (Bowels of the. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to see an already rock hard nine inches. First I rested his cock on my face while I sucked and licked his smooth balls to get started. Then I licked all the way up his shaft and sucked him into my cherry red lips. I was so glad to be dressed like a whore and sucking a big trucker cock that I really got into sucking him and taking him down my throat. Then without warning he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs into the air, pulled my thong to the side. I was the lucky recipient of the extremely hot lusty emotions and sexual needs that doing that Super Bowl performance created inside Shania Twain. When Shania had finished not only putting that outfit on and then going out there and performing like she did, saying that Shania was "hot to trot" for sex and intimate male physical attention would be the major understatement of the century. Shania was smoldering hot with sexual lust and need to satisfy what all that public exhibitionism had created.