You nasty little clock glutton.” Then she went back to licking herself. The whole thing was bizarre to witness and to be honest, it scared me a bit....But at the same time, the out of control depravity of what I was witnessing was intensely erotic. She continued talking to her vagina while she was eating herself out so I couldn’t make out what she was saying all that clearly except for occasional words and phrases like, “cheating fuck hole” and, “stretching my married cunt” and various things of. You tried to relax. The glass of wine you had before his arrived was finally hitting you. You crossed your arms under the face towel as if it were a pillow, and waited. The masseuse started some soft music and popped open a bottle of lotion. You could see his reflection in the picture window of the hotel room and he was rubbing his hands together to warm the lotion. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. His body was long and lean. You could tell that he was confident that he would please. Their sex life had always been wonderful. What upset her were his angry words, demeaning words. He said things to her the night before he’d never before said. As she neared the barn, she became aware there was a vague, disconcerting feeling inside her, an aching kind of warmth that was pleasant, yet left her a bit on edge. She wasn’t sure exactly what the feeling was, or why she was feeling it. Mitch was already hard at work when Melissa arrived at the barn. He looked up at her and smiled.. So what are our options? Do we have any weapons? What is the ETA of the missile? Do we have shields? If we have shields, can they withstand a nuclear explosion?”Braundar thought for a second before answering, as there was a lot of questions, “We have no weapons. We do have shields and they should be able to withstand a nuclear blast, but I really don’t want to test them. The missile will be here in 4 minutes and 39 seconds. The only weapons are on the Battlestar, and they should be here any.