He waited, hammer upraised, not hearing the ovation coming from the stands, by the men who, foolishly, thought he was just prolonging the tension, and...the fear of the victim. Lila, her heart beating an irregular, rapid, tattoo, in her ears, opened her eyes, unwillingly drawn to look at the nail, dimpling the skin on her wrist. She noticed his hand, holding the cruel iron spike steady, even the small hairs, on the back of his fingers; hairs that she liked to taste with her tongue. Lila knew. The she would glide down to bottom, starting to swallow me, with the bottom of her tongue this time sliding down the length of my penis. At the back of her mouth, the very edge of her throat, she paused for an instant’s wait, before again raising her head.She kept up this slow torturous rhythm as my body slowly started to relax from the tension that had built up and my mind began to focus more and more on the pleasure signals that her actions were generating in my body. The need built with each. I enjoyed her skilled BJ’s very much and used every opportunity as long as possible. I tried to push it in deep to find her limits, which i did. Liz ran off the the bathroom gagging after I had pushed her head down a bit too much because it felt so good fucking her mouth. Liz was clearly not used to getting throat-fucked. If I remember correctly she came out of the bathroom and just continued sucking my dick. She was pushing it into her throat as deeply as she could training herself to hold it. This had been a long and exciting day. It was a very pleasant feeling to lay there and stretch out for a minute. Originally it had been my hope that once we were in bed and the room was dark, maybe he would be a little more confident and able to talk to me. In the darkness, at least he wouldn’t have to look me in the face. However, I could feel my body start to relax and I don’t think that I realized just how tired I was. Poor Calvin must be totally exhausted by now, because they had travelled.