Sheila's tinkling laugh was music to his ears. "It was the main reason I called but there are a couple of other things too." As long as it was the mos... important reason," BB said in a teasing voice. "What were the other things?" Well, I'm supposed to ask if General Flynn needs us to bring anything else tomorrow when we come up," Sheila said."General Flynn? Well, I'll need to go to the barn and see if Seth needs you to bring anything else," BB said as he contemplated the general title.Sheila's. You stumble around for a few steps as your head shakes and nausea sinks in. You bend over with your hands on your knees as you try to stabilize yourself while also not throwing up. After taking a few deep breaths your head starts to feel fine and the nausea goes away until you can finally stand upright again. As you do you look around and notice you’re surrounded by nothingness except whiteness. “Where the hell am I?” you openly ask even though you can see no one around. Out of nowhere though a. ”“Not unless you call me ‘mistress’.”“Eezd…” he begins. “Eedrr…”I’d love to torture him some more, but I need my fill. Thunder crashes close, now. I strip up. The low light deepens each shadow, including those below my nipples. I apply them against Jordan’s back as I rid him of the rope.He has some trouble advancing as I push him towards the bed. I hardly help by squeezing the pump two more times. His butt-hole is adjusting. I must challenge him more.The scanty skirt flies as I shove him onto. " Get me inside and we can discuss eating out again!"I should have been shocked. Instead, I was incredibly turned on. The words, in her pretty Irish accent, were so unexpected. I gulped, fumbled with my keys and managed to get my front door open. We hurried upstairs. I unlocked my apartment door and we tumbled inside. All the pent-up sexual tension exploded. My hands were on her immediately, right there in my hallway. My mouth found hers. She pushed me against the wall and pushed a leg between.