"Thank you, Lloyd Bentson." When she calmed, she quietly asked, "And if I haven't? Changed my mind, I mean." Ummm, I'm sure you'll think of some way t... let me know."She made a great, theatric show of thinking it over before nodding slowly. "Sounds like a deal to me." Wait - one more thing."Fran looked at me as if suspecting she was betrayed."If you stay, you'll have to indulge me in my regular Friday-night activity." Which is - ?" I'm going to watch a 'Sopranos' tape followed by a 'Law & Order'. She rolled uncomfortably around in the dark. Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning lit the night sky, the lamp on the timer surged to life and the wand snapped on again, only it had snapped on ?on its high setting. Time began to crawl now that she had no way to mark its passing except trying to count her orgasms, and no way to be sure if they occurred every five minutes or every half hour. She slipped into a kind of sexual fugue marked by orgasms of increasing intensity between periods of. The curves of the spikey-haired blonde make the tattered black shirt she wears loose over her midriff displaying her solid, scar-touched abs; the sleeves, however, grip tightly to the woman's muscular arms, more scars escape from the fabric's grip. A tattered pink fabric is tied around her waist, tight messy-white pants trail from the fabric to a armored and spiked-kneepads that are attached to her steel lined boots. She swings one leg playfully as she glares at you from her position. You. Every thrust would push a minute amount further into Leslie’s mouth.Her mouth had been happy with sucking on four inches of dog cock, but the added sensation of thrusting made this a whole new ball game. Jack and Leslie synced up so that as Jack began thrusting Leslie began sucking and tonguing him, trying to pull in even more cock each time. On the back stroke Leslie would swallow the pre that had poured into her mouth. Slowly but surely all of Jack’s cock was taken in by Leslie’s mouth. .