She could feel his tongue dance around with her pole in his mouth. “I ain’t going to last much longer” Cody responded by pulling her hips closer...to him and kept her in his mouth. “I’m cumming” she screamed as a blast of cum shot from her dick. She could hear him slurping to keep it all in. Her hands were caressing his head as she tried to buck her hips, but his powerful hands held her in place. She sat up as she finished and regained composure in time to watch him swallow her load. A smile was. I was about to destroy it and its lovely masochistic owner. My finger opened her and the tip of the funnel was inserted, the executioner stood behind her and held a jar of foul smelling acid. He grunted “ready?” And she said clearly “please!” He carefully poured the contents into the funnel where with a gurgle it drained into her bowel, in seconds she began to moan then scream, scream, loud and long, eardrum breaking screams, There being no going back now, I moved my funnel, forcing it deep. The golf balls with a hole drilled in them were the handle for the daggers.I got on the plane at the Metropolis Airport, then flew directly to NYC's JFK International Airport. Since I didn't have any luggage, I walked straight out the door, and into a taxi. "Where to?" the driver asked in a what sounded like a foreign accent. Hell it could have been a Brooklyn accent for all I knew."425 East 95th St," I said. The apartment supposedly had been rented at the last minute for me. I had no idea what. Any sort of dispute, for that matter!" Dead right!" she replied. "I don't like people messing with me. Now, 'ave you sorted out you an' me 'avin' sex?" Yes, Sharon! I have. You're on." Great! Right then, Mr H, I'll get on with the cleaning. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something.