They split their maincourse and eat and drink. They are getting fairly tipsy, but they aren'tdisturbing anyone with their frivolity, incurring a glanc... or two fromothers, but nobody dares to say anything. Dinner is complete withdessert, a lovely tiramisu. It is quite an enjoyable time for the group.They sit and talk about what they do for fun and entertainment. They talkabout life, love and lifestyles, but every time some brings up work,Lilith shushes them into submission. Lilith has forbidden. Will would have to sleep in his own room for a while. She couldn’t imagine who might come to investigate, but if they did, there would be no evidence to find. She’d make sure of that!Feeling much better, she got up. Hope had returned to her. She had a mission, a mission to make this all go away. If Bobby Dalton wanted to try to make trouble she’d fight. She’d call him a liar. She felt sudden guilt, at that thought, but pushed that away. She would protect her brother, the only man she loved.At. "Fine, now how about an assessment of the damages," I said."Well they tell me that the broken ribs are from the impact of some 9mm slugs that you took to your vest. Three of them as a matter of fact," he said."That guy must have been a better shot them me," I said."You some how got some scraped to your scalp, but they are superficial. The major damage came from a slug that went into the fleshy part of your neck. It didn't hit anything too vital. Taken together with the broken ribs, you are. "Hi, everybody, Christi the Torture Mouse here. This is my first time with Daddy-Master. He's hung me by my wrists and pierced my nip-nip-ples and they fe-fe-feel like they're gonna tear off," she grimaced as Daddy grabbed her breasts from below and squeezed hard with a milking motion. "And let-let-let me tell you, he's bil-bil-built like a hor-horse and hur-hur-hurts real goo-good," she panted. "In fa-fa-fa-fact, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, gonna cu-Cu-CU-CUM!!!!!!!!!"Christi strained mightily to.