"She freed my wrists. I noticed fake French manicure nails on my hands.She handed me a camisole and told me to put it on. Next a short taffetapetticoa... followed, and I obediently stepped into it. A black skirt, awhite blouse and the black heels finished the outfit."You look just lovely. I just have to have some pictures of this." Outcame the camera, and I was subjected to several more photos. She huggedme, and slipped her had underneath my skirt, raking her nails over mybare ass cheeks. A. “They’re just poems. We thought it’d be something different for the guests to have fun with. You know - little mementos they could take away afterwards. I guess they weren’t interested in them.”Ciaran unfolded the paper, grinning as he read the stanza.“The lads an lasses toy an kiss,the lads ne’er think it is amiss;to bang the holes whereout they piss –an that’s the reels o Bogie.”He gave a low whistle. “Bloody hell! It’s pretty raunchy stuff for a wedding, isn’t it?” he asked.“It’s. " He was getting ready to say more, to warn Toby that she needed to be protected at all costs, when someone tentatively called his name. He turned, noting the young man, the baby faced agent. This should be interesting."Special Agent Gibbs?" Tim asked, hesitantly, as he approached the two agents from behind.Gibbs arched an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, I am. You're ... Tim?" He knew he needed to be nice, even if he wasn't feeling like it at the moment."Yeah, I am," he began, unconsciously. K. You can look now!" she said. "Meet my girlfriends!" Michael opened his eyes to find the whole of Lisbeth's computer screen covered with small windows in which women of all shapes, ages and colours were shamelessly wanking, sucking on their nipples and sticking things up their bottoms. "Well, say hi!" she insisted. "They can see me?" he asked. "Of course," she huffed impatiently, "now wave your lovely cock at them. They deserve encouragement." A bunch of comments started appearing.