We're almost there," Thomas replied, his smile unwavering.Carl shook his head, feeling his hair, pulled back into a ponytail,shake as he moved his hea.... He'd considered getting it cut short, butdecided that wouldn't help him in his femme fatale role. He needed tolook sexy.Thomas drove his Lincoln down a steep hill towards a hairpin turn. Heslowed to a stop, pulling over and parking on the side of the hill nextto a cliff looking down on the other side of that hairpin. Thirty feetdown on that. "Hi, Robert," I responded, "my name is Will. I would shake your hand, but I can see that you're busy."He chuckled at my stupid joke and then sat back in his chair so I could get a good look at his cock. In a place like that, normal social conventions fly right out the window so I wasn't the least bit hesitant to casually look him up and down. I must say, it was a beautiful piece of meat looking like it had been carved out of ebony."Well, Robert, you have an impressive piece of meat there.". So not needing a bra Amy slipped n a sating lacy thong, a pair of barelyblack tights.We sat together doing our make-up, after foundation (not much of that aswe had good skin) setting with a light dusting of powder, blusher toemphasise our high cheek bones, then dramatic evening style eye make-up,my eyes in different shades of greens; false eyelashes, attached followedby dramatic eyeliner.Amy, wearing black contrasted with her eyes in shades of russet, smokyand sultry,Finally our lips, being. Stage hands immediately came on stage and began pushing the platform off the stage."After they had been wheeled away back stage, The Owner addressed the remaining man. "There is no need for you to continue. You will eventually break. Why don't you just submit to me now?" Never," sneered the man."Then I will make you a deal," replied The Owner. "If you can last twenty more minutes with the machine set to maximum, I will let you go free. If not, I will accept your submission and then fuck.