It hurts more then the small needles, and it's a bit different pain from the ones in the head.But still I love it, and I crave for more. And I get wha... I want. Another skewer goes through, crossing the previous one. Then a third, slightly higher, and crossing in between the other ones. The fourth follows in the same manner.The pain is hard, but I can take it good.It makes for a magnificent sight, but not half as good as it feels.Finally the head gets its much needed attention. Six skewers get. I did not care about Ryan sitting next to us. We could have been in a crowd I would not have cared. I felt myself getting wet. His probing finger slid in easily. Just one finger. And I wanted more. More fingers, his hard cock. I closed my fingers around his cock, hoping that he would understand.The movie was nearly over. It must be close to midnight. If only Ryan left. Sometimes he stayed the whole night. The credits rolled over the screen in silence. Without a warning he moved his fingers in. She was pushing one of those armored baby carriages, the kind that look like you could rent them on airbnb.And judging by the way he ogled that busty blonde in the skin-tight T who was walking ahead of them, he was straight, too. In fact, he seemed to be steering the Shelly girl down whatever aisle the blonde took, pausing when she paused, moving on when she moved, all the while feigning interest in the plasticky crap on the shelves at the mega-discount store, chatting up Shelly, while his eyes. He could claim he had unknowingly been coaxed into shipping wild varmints, that there were now dozens of them all over the ship and the officer had better get out of there before they came back hungry. Touching the spot on his neck where Mercedes had bit him, he did figure he sufficient evidence that he might be able to pull that one off. Now that they’d gotten a taste of human flesh, maybe they’d developed a craving for blood?But no-- too flashy. Too hard to corroborate if the officer turned.