He looked around noticing that he was in some sort oflaboratory. There was a collection of monitors and computer equipment onone wall and a bunch of m...dical tools and gadgets on the other wall.Whatever his kidnappers planned for him, it wasn't good. He was shakenfrom his reverie by a voice."Look who's awake," John exclaimed sarcastically. Lydia was standingbeside him with his arm around her waist. She was wearing a sexy blackskin-hugging dress that left almost nothing to the imagination."What's. She smiled and with a wink, she said, “You gave me that last game. I could tell you eased way off.”I gave her a confused look and said, “You beat me fair and square. I didn’t hold back, just getting older I guess.”I didn’t want to admit to her that her backward dribbling to the goal, pressing her ass into my groin didn’t help my game. My reluctance to guard her with a half hard dick and no underwear gave her several opportunities for an easy shot. “Ok,” she smiled, “But rematch tomorrow?” I. Her mouth was dry so I poured a glass of cum into it she had to swallow or choke, so she swallowed, and as her face was getting hotter I tipped another glass over her face, she was really suffering now and the garrot was getting tighter so she could just breath. One more click and she would start to choke. The butcher said she would choke for 5 minutes so we should wait at least half that time before cutting out her tongue, she would then suffer right to the last.Looking at Angela now we were. I went to the refreshment carriage and got a couple of large coffees and went back to my seat. ‘I’m Henry Jones,’ I told her. ‘But my friends call me H.’ ‘My name’s Sylvia Lundegaard,’ she replied. ‘Ah, Scandinavian,’ I said, ‘that explains your beautiful blonde hair.’ ‘Only on my father’s side. I’m born and bred in Worcestershire,’ she smiled, taking a sip of coffee. ‘Are you a fresher?’ I asked, nodding at her scarf. ‘Yes, I’ve just finished my first industrial training. And you?’ ‘Afraid.