. THAT!”Several minutes later she said, “STOP! Oh Please ... UNH!”“That’s NOT going down, is it?” More a declarative statement than a genu...ne question. And made after she was breathing again. “Zo. You could give lessons to the Girls Club.“Sir Ceiling?”“Ma’am?”“Is there restorative left?” Ellen asked, “Ah ... there is.”Several glugs and swallows later, she said, “Is any one hungry?”“Japanese stir-fry and sushi, please,” I said.“Tempura?” Ceiling asked.“Sure ... why not.”Dinner was as glorious as. .fortunately not too long. I heard the car pull ontothe drive and then the whir of the garage door as it started to open.What I saw when the door was fully open made me gasp in surprise. Thereason for this was Mistress was driving a shiny white Mercedes sportscar, a very expensive sports car......the one we could not afford! Shehad the top down her hair tousled from the drive....she looked stunning,but I was not impressed!I jumped to my feet as she pulled into the garage the fact I was. His father was no saint, that much was for certain, but Jason felt that he didn't deserve to get shot over a card game while he was drunk. Jason watched, shockingly, as one of the Mexicans his father was playing excused himself from the table, walked about five feet, then turn and drew down on his drunk father.One bullet to the heart was all that it took. His father didn't see what happened. He just slumped down to the dusty floor. Jason knelt over his body in complete shock. He stayed that way. I was mentally and emotionally ‘tapped out’ at this point and I honestly thought about grabbing the hand towel on the bed next to us and spitting. I also didn’t want to ruin things for her so I just gently gripped down on the head with my lips so everything would be tidy and no mess. She was semi hard throughout this and never achieved full erection. On a 10 scale with “1” being totally flaccid and “10” being so hard she could hang a towel on it, I’d say she was at a “7.”These two strong ropes.