Mmhmm, me too. Take care. Of course it is… talk with you soon.’ I ended the call with a puzzled frown, my brows furrowed. I didn’t know what to ...ake of that short chat. As always, our talk was stimulating, it was entertaining, but it was bizarre. You have asked me to do something that I would normally refuse to even consider, let alone do. I was bored, mindlessly surfing the ever-expanding Internet, playing a stupid game. I was desperately trying to forget the article that still have yet to be. You release my balls and smile in agreement. Your hand continually stroking me. Keeping me right where you want me. “Mmmhmmm, I am sure I will be able to make it though.” You start to lower yourself even more, but you do not stop stroking my cock even for a second. I can now feel your tongue and lips beneath my balls. My body literally shivers. My breathing growing faster and deeper. I am waiting and silently wanting for you to go even lower. And you read me like an open book. The next. "Look above your head, there's a rope. Just give it a yank." Liv jumped up and grabbed the thin white rope. There was a clicking noise, the ceiling swung open, and a wooden ladder dropped into the hole."Was your dad batman? What is all this?" Finn asked. There was no way this day could get any stranger. He was running for his life, armed to the teeth, in an underground tunnel with a girl from high school and her grandma. And they said being a civilian would be boring."I found this escape tunnel. Now we need a camel whip and a lashing whip with thin leather thongs. Someone may need to be punished, Diane winked. They put the whips in the basket, and moved to the handcuffs, tossing in two pair of fur-lined ones. Next, Diane took her slut over to the leashes and collars. Slut, which one would you like? I think this nice tan one with the rhinestones is nice- not too dark nor too doggie-style. The leash is longer and softer for you, my whore. What do you think? Mistress, I love it! No ones.