Her hand wrapped tightly around the base of my cock and I was looking larger than I had in quite some time. Her tongue found the underside of my shaft...and her tongue piercing began flicking against the underside of the head. I was getting weak in the knees. Lost in the moment, I became aware of a ringtone and Veronica quickly stopped and retrieved her phone. She answered “OK” and hung up. Apparently Brad was speaking to his parents and was going to be a few minutes longer. She returned to. The man grinned as he sat down on the bed beside the girl. She held her head down and some of her blonde curls dangled down to hide her face."Look at me, slave," he said.Slowly her head came up and her brown eyes met his. There was an erotic sadness about them as she looked at him, he thought. Something had just broke and there would be no way of repairing it.He picked up the vibe and eased it into her, his cold gray eyes never wavering from hers. He gently pulled the device out only to plunge. ‘Has George sent a pardon, then?’ Woodhouse asks, all cocky. The jailer sneers. ‘Not likely,’ he says, laughing in a way that suggests he’s glad to be able to deny Woodhouse. ‘The king ain’t bothered about scurrion like you, you shithouse bastard. But you’ve got a visitor, a right dandy, a gentleman.’ With a jerk of his head he indicates Woodhouse should get off his backside. ‘So mind your manners, you scrote.’ There’s a pause while Woodhouse glares at the man. It looks to me that Woodhouse. Give it to me. Give it to me.” Maria let out another gasping scream on camera as John’s load shot all over the coffee table.Al quietly walked over to the VCR, popped out the tape, put it back into the sleeve and handed it to John, “For your Eyes only, my friend.” John had cleaned the mess and himself up and was slouched on the couch exhausted. The two men sat silently on the couch next to each other thinking about what they had just seen for the last hour and a half. Each had just stroked off.