Bring you Susan Slattery, and kill Shawn McClellan. I’ll do that. Yes sir.’ Camulos got out of his big chair and walked around the big mahogany de...k, ‘That’s what I want to hear. Get the jib done Todd, and there will be something special in it for you. I promise.’ Todd smiled and shook the outstretched hand of the psychotic Oscar Camulos. ‘One last thing though Todd.’ He turned around, ‘Sir?’ ‘You fail, Myron here will find you that fifty gallon barrel.’ Todd looked askance at Myron, ‘Yes sir.. Her pert nose was buried in his pubic hair, and his balls joyfully kissed her dimpled chin."Mmmmmmmm..." she hummed from the back of the throat.She pulled her head back until the glistening crown of his cock withdrew to her lips, and then she repeated the process - taking him back into her mouth and out again, over and over, getting faster and faster. Her long blonde hair swayed hypnotically back and forth, and lewd sucking and slurping noises drifted over the table. The faceless man slowly. “Today we’ll talk about similes and metaphors. How about some ideas describing something long and hard? Please not ‘steel shaft.””2) Literature. Consider Victorian literature, for example. Here are a couple of lines from “Miss Coote’s Confession, or the Voluptuous Experiences of an Old Maid” of that era.“You have a dear little cunt, very fat and plump. But I wonder you have much hair on it. How old are you, Nina?” She replies, ‘Just 15, sir.’”Some of these books contain illustrations, but we’ll. He waited until she closed and locked the door. She had the curtains closed. Good. One less thing to worry about. She’d already turned the lights on. As soon as the door was locked he clicked once more. She stood frozen again, turning back towards her bed. He looked around. There needed to be a test object.He had the hunch that if he was touching her when he clicked the watch, she would remain unfrozen with him. But he didn’t know. If so, it was home free. If not, he needed to be more careful..