" Hearing this Jessica thought to herself, "Does he mean me?, no he cant mean me. My numbers not up yet!".Jessica then felt those strong hands, once a...gain pick her up and place her on a raised platform she realised was some kind of stage. She could hear lots of voices chanting, "Spit her!, spit her!" at that moment James ripped off her blindfold and her fate was revealed as she looked upon the sight of "The Jessica 3000" comercial size woman spitting machine.With the gag still in her mouth all. “Are those rimfire cartridges?” she asked, putting weird emphasis on the word rim.“Yeah.” he answered, wondering what she was up to.“Thought so,” she said with a knowing, and oddly sultry tone. “So, I hear you’re single. Finally got rid of that Thot, Jamie.”Considering he’d found out she was fucking some other guy, he could hardly argue with the description of his ex. “Yeah,” he said, continuing to pack up.“Me too. We could fix that, you know?”Here we go. “Not happening, Gina. You’re my best. ”“Kiss me first.”You swivel on the stool to face me only for the second time since our interchange started and again I’m lost in the depths of your green eyes.I move first and press my lips to yours in a quick kiss; I back off and study you briefly. Your hands tentatively move to my face and your thumbs run over my lips, I hiss softly and pull one thumb into my mouth sucking it lightly, letting my teeth graze you. You gasp, but don’t pull away. I moan as you pull my head down to yours and your. That might not go down so well if the truth got out?” Now the Landlord joined in the fun of seeing the tables turned on Bob Tailor. “Rumours! You can’t throw mud at me!” Bob was clearly on the defensive now, and glanced around the room in quick shifty gestures, as the crowd turned on him. All wanted an explanation. “You were mixed up with that jewel robbery. A smash and grab. Someone wrapped newspaper around a brick, trying to look innocent, as they walked through the town.” The Landlord.