I am on my back and she has gotten on top of me, kissing me and I feel a warm wet wonderful feeling on my cock and it doesn't register for sometime th...t her mouth is on my mouth and there is only one other mouth in the room. And I am alarmed, and she knows why I have tensed up and pushes me back down and tells me to relax and enjoy and that is all the prodding I need to do just that. I sit back and enjoy the feeling of her joining him as I get the most explosive oral sex of my life. I can't. It was one of the sound proofed rooms of the brothel, made for conducting business. There were some books and documents on the shelves, and a big dark desk in the middle. Apart from a computer, which one would expect in such a office, the desk was filled with different implements of rape and torture. Most of them were used on her body at least once during her short, but eventful stay. Whips, cuffs, hand-held dildos, electric tasers, nipple clamps, needles. Everything was laid there.Behind the. .. and never would either! It's said that their father was once a Blackguard officer, given an early pension for an incident involving excessive cruelty, and for one of the Blackguards that sort of offense must have been monstrous indeed to be so punished! He still has friends among them though, as I used to see black-cloaks coming and going from the inn all the time, both day and night ... and sometimes with heavily loaded wagons, their cargo well covered up by a tarp. If they share a business. "What are you talking about?" she asked."I'm talking about your little bitch Reggie. The one you sent to set me up, so that I wouldn't tell Swamp Dog about you and Rodney. Get her ass in here so she hears this as well." I said angrily. Angry hell I was ready to explode and someone was gonna to die, if I did."Joan wen to the second bedroom of her suite. She opened the door and said, "Reggie stop cowering and come on out."It took Reggie a couple of minutes to make it into the room. She was.