Once the temperature was right he filled it full, a gallon of very soapy glycerin mix.Next the 6 quart bag was hung from the hook at the 4 foot mark. ...everal random hooks were throughout the walls of his bathroom. 4,6,and 8 foot marks. He wanted it as slow as possible. The 1/2 inch hose swinging about. The gallon of liquid stewed as the soap and glycerin mysteriously mixed into a cloudy viscous soap suds mixture. Closing the clamp, a loud click insured that the liquid wouldn’t descend through. With my hand clenched to my bag and my eyes barely able to stay open I approach the desk.Noticing my attire, consisting of an oversize Champion t-shirt, expensive white sneakers, Nike track-pants, and striking accessories, the hotel staff rightly assume I’m an NRI. With that, a barrage of unnecessary, complicated English and attention is thrown my way as we go through all the hotel formalities.And all I say, in my rather harsh Punjabi accent is: “Bhai, room kahan hai?” It takes them a minute to. “Suck him.”“We both tried that, remember? It didn’t work.”Diana shook her head.“No, I’m talking about a little extra special kind of sucking.”Brigida flashed a weary smile.“Ah! Yes – that just might do it!”“Can you move?”“I think so. All I have to do is suck, right? I think I can manage.”They crawled wearily back onto the bed. Vartorix knelt there triumphantly. His massive, glistening erection bristled, standing up almost flat against his rippled stomach, taunting them. A finger-sized vein. There was a certain constant involved. She new that once the light came on, she had some very specific things to do, and a very specific amount of time to do them. Sharon had never had much discipline imposed on her, and she found that she was actually beginning to like the routine.After David blew his wad, Sharon would continue to lick and such, completely cleaning her captor's manhood. He would sometimes offer a word of encouragement or support. He would then hand her the plate or bowl of.