Her eyes had just wandered to the table next to her, when suddenly the door was pulled open."You’re late." It was Lisa, clad in a white terry-cloth ...obe that made her look almost like an angel in the soft morning light, and she tried but failed to make out whether the girl was unhappy with that fact."I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ve knocked before, but you didn’t hear me." Then you should have knocked louder the first time. It’s not my fault." I’m sorry," Helen repeated her apology, eyes downcast,. My tongue followed, licking a warm, wet path up to the head of your cock. Whimpering, I took you in, savoring the feel of you in my mouth, the salty tang on my tongue. Your hands went to my hair, gently combing it back from my face and gripping it in your fist, guiding me at the pace you desired. I relaxed into the familiarity of this, confident in my ability to please you in this way. As I gently massaged your balls, feeling them tighten and pull up, I watched your face. I wanted to see you. Dropping to one knee, with his head bowed, he spoke a few words in his native tongue. When I looked at the interpreter, he simply shook his head no. I found out later that, by custom, he was not allowed to repeat an oath.I reached down and helped Kalani’s father shakily to his feet.“What do I call you, old man?” I asked him gently.The young man started to interpret my question, but the old man waved him off.“Most men call me Ha’tu. But I hope that you will call me Papa, Michael,” he said in. As soon as it did so, he took a pair of forceps clamps and grabbed her nipple between them. Only then did he show her the long needle. Mary could only relate it to a knitting needle, and screamed and squirmed as she saw Manuel move it closer to her body.Her screams filled the cell as Manuel used pure brute force to pierce her. The needle slowly found its way through the centre of her nipple, tearing nerves as it did so. Only when the needle had passed all the way through, did he extract it,.