Are my fangs already filled?- There is just one way to say that. Go to the machine and extract it.She went there and when she bitted the venom contain...r, a strong jet ofvenom hit the machine. She drained her fangs and waited for the timer.- Wow! I filled my glands quickly!- I am impressed! I hope the quality of your venom keeps still.- Me too. Now let me clean my mouth and teeth, while the machine processthe venom.After she did that she looked at the machine timer. It was indicating atleast. I thought I’d met the first and last of her demands but I was very wrong. As I turned to get back to work she stopped me again.“We’re not done here. How about the mess you made in there?” Jen gestured to my crotch. “I didn’t see you clean that up either.”“Well if you think I’m going to lick myself off then you must be joking.”“Don’t be silly. I’ll help you this time. After all, we don’t want any evidence of what you were doing do we?”My heart was speeding up once more and my cock was slowly. One more payment. Just another measly thousand dollars.Jenny was tired. She?d promised herself dinner out at the Italian restaurant downthe street from her condo, before a long, relaxing bubble bath while she read a steamyromance novel and, then, a glass or two of champagne before bed. Instead, a visionof herself in the beautiful black gown in her head, she telephoned Carmine , oneof her wealthier--and hornier--clients. Carmine was always ?up? for sex, whateverthe day or the hour thereof, and. She raised her eyes, and scanned the terminal one last time. Her eyes darted across the faces of people exiting the gate, and then she saw him. Her breath caught as their eyes met. She felt a slow smile and a light blush spread across her face as he raised a hand to wave at her. She bit her lip again and returned his wave. She lowered her hand, tugging at the hem of her jacket, as he approached. She was suddenly very conscious of her hands. What are you supposed to do with your hands? she.