I found your cunt nice and tight and sweet too during dinner. Did you notice me tasting my fingers at the table?" No. I must have been concentrating o... what they were saying. You certainly had me going there." Didn't you come?" Oh yes," she exclaimed, squeezing his hand on her breast. "And it was all I could manage to keep from screaming out loud at the table. What would you have done if I had?" I would have apologized to everyone and said I thought your climax would have taken longer than it. It felt like it was probably a wheel with tiny spur-like teeth. All that popped in to my mind was a pizza cutter. He began running it up and down the bottom of my foot, then over the top of my toes, traveling up my leg, before repeating the movement on my other leg. There was no pain, not even a minor prick. All I felt was cold, hard steel tracing my body. He ran the object up my shin bones and then softly around my knees, before continuing up my thighs. He paused, very briefly, when he reached. "This is my ... um, friend ... and her name is..." Stan's eyes desperately scanned the room, and latched onto some of the hanging decorations.He cleared his throat. "Noel." He smiled a tiny, crooked smile. "Noel Felice." His voice firmed up, and he looked at the girl. "Yes, her name is Noel Felice."The girl blinked slowly. Then she turned back to look at the woman at the desk. She folded her hands carefully across her skirt and said. "Yes, Stan's right. My name is Noel Felice."The woman at the. Lane ends their laughter quickly. He slams his hand on the table. He pulls out several papers out of his jacket and hands it to Paul. Paul looks over them quickly. His face goes from mirth to concern. He walks up and hands the papers to John. John looks over them and immediately hands them to the Wolfhound.He studies them closely and says, "He wasn't joking. He does own the Facility. He also owns the mansion and approximately a thousand acres surrounding us. Why have you allowed them to sell.