I took my time about my task, carefully working my way closer and closer to the source of her nectar. Finally, I was there: dipping my tongue ever so ...lightly into her opening, drawing out her liquid essence as quickly as she was producing it. Once again, I scanned her as I moved her toward her release - and once again, I pulled her back from the brink by moving to begin a new series of soft, slow ministrations to her clitoris.When I did that, I felt something move under me - and a moment. As Margaret turned her back on him to close the door he took out a soaked rag and pressed it on her face,holding her head tightly to his chest with one hand,and her one hand from removing the rag with his other.She tried to scream but the rag was over her mouth,muffling her attempts at calling for help.She panickly inhaled quickly,and the fumes from the rag got to their work.In a few seconds,her moanings subsided and she went limp on Tom's hands.November 15 2014 When Margaret woke up her. He must have caught her by surprise because he jerked his head over and snapped it right back again. When he got into the kitchen he looked over at me with a big ol’ shit eating grin. He got a glass of water came and sat down on the other end of the couch and whispered to me what he’d seen. I told him I already knew about it because I could see her reflection. After a minute or two I asked her if she wanted to have any of the pipe. She answered back: to bring it to her in the bathroom because. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train.The journey down wasn't anything special and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It's not the best of hotels, but you can't get much more central without it costing you a fortune (and Jon was paying, not his business).The room that Jon booked doesn't have an en suite bathroom. I was a little disappointed until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I.