My pussy is throbbing, dripping wet. Oh, god! I cum so hard, gushing. "Oh, fuck, yes, whore. Give me your cum!" I am light headed and weak. Sweat and ...pit make my face messy. He wipes my face and licks his palm. He loves tasting me as he.slowly slides his cock in and out of my wet mouth. "You fucking whore. Oh, you feel so fucking good on my cock. Fucking your skull so hard." The more he talks dirty the more I want him forcing his cock into my throat, slapping me. My nails dig deeper into his. ”“Yeah, that is what she says,” Julia rolled her eyes.“You don’t believe her?” Whiskey frowned.“You know I was a cop before the pickup, right?” Julia asked.Whiskey nodded, her face still frowning. She wondered what Julia was talking about.“Well, part of being a good cop is being able to read people and situations,” Julia explained. “My gut tells me Alicia is making a play. I’m not sure what it is or how it’s going to go down, but she’s up to something.”“You think so?”Julia maneuvered Whiskey. Freddy did most of the tattoo work for the office,with a bit of piercing on the side. The second to arrive was Eve. Shewas a tall willowy, slightly older blond-haired lady with lots ofpiercings and stretched ear lobes. She handled most of the piercingwork. Very softly spoken and kind, she too was a joy to work with inthe office. She was an avid collector of owl statues, and her work areaand the back rooms were largely covered by overflow from hercollection. It turned out most of the shop plants. Griselda found the idea amusing. The Lady had been married to her husband to moderate his influence and to prevent him from becoming a successful rebel. His plot had failed partly through the Lady’s agency in recruiting, through intermediaries, her husband’s mistresses to the Queen’s secret service, and partly because of the network of informers that were employed by the Lady. Griselda expected that as part of the punishment the Lady Petrova would be divorced from her husband but would retain.