The antique wood came out the better after the collision. Knuckles stayed down for the count, probably with a worse headache to come later than Mick w...s already enjoying.No one else even thought about stopping me as I climbed back up the stairs to the Boss’s office. I knocked three times hastily, merely out of misplaced courtesy, and let myself in.“Mr. O’Neil,” I said, taking a few steps inside the door, “I still believe we have a few things left to discuss ... first of all, you do still owe. The prospect of having these ruffians sticking their pox ridden cocks inside her sent a shudder down her spine, but at the same time made her pussy start to itch, after all it had been some time since she had last felt the pleasure of a male member deep inside her.In what was in reality only a few hours, the guards returned and took Lady C out of the cell and dragged her to what appeared to be a torture chamber, her she was manacled with her arms held high so she could just barely stand with. Shit me to hell if you feel like it."Aren't we going back home?" I query him kindheartedly and nicely thoughtful this time around, "I mean we are finished and over with all the shopping and buying things that ushered us our way here to this mart and supermarket, is not it so?"He first looks at me vaguely and imprecisely and then expresses the following to me, "You are on the right lines, Ragnhild. But we aren't going back home anytime soon until after we have ... have ... fucked each other up. "Nervous but full of excitement, I slowly reached over and placed my hand on his shaft. Omg! I thought, I am touching this guy's cock and I don't even know him. Scott was the only boy I've ever messed around with but Vern was built and hung like a real man.He placed his hand, which was a lot bigger than mine, over my hand and we started stroking his cock. He let go and leaned his head back to enjoy it. I started really getting into it and thought of the many times I used to jerk Scott off while.