I'd actually gotten lost in the moment. "Will thiscut out somehow? Or wash out?"Jo laughed as we sat and waited a minute for a spot at a long table to...be vacant. A middle aged woman waved Jo in. "You or your...." I hope you don't mind, she's my sissy friend and would like her nailsdone."The woman looked at me. "Nice hair. Come on over. So long as she payslike anybody else."I sat down and Jo grinned when the woman looked at her for instructionand not me."Well, a lot of your friends online asked. She was on fire and was trying to control those feelings due to the fact that she had never known a mans touch that was by her choice., she couldn't control her feelings over him. She started to rip off his clothes and then dropped to her knees taking out his big cock and started to suck it. she continued to lick running her tongue over the slit several times. he stopped her and lifted her up onto her feet, licking her nipples and nibbling them. Nathan then took her to the bedroom and laid her. He even told me why, a few seconds before the head rolled:“When family members perform the kill, it always goes wrong. They are emotional. And unlike the executioner, they don’t practice. And so it becomes a blood bath. Very traumatic. Usually the victim bleeds to death, because they can’t actually cut off the head in one move. This executioner, his father was also an executioner. He first saw his father at work when he was seven years old and took over when he was twenty-five. These men are. One you will never forget!” She grinned. We headed towards the bar for our next round of drinks. “Em, get this round in. I will be back in a sec.” Sarah called, as she wandered off through the crowd of people. I ordered our drinks and waited at the bar. My head felt light from the adrenalin and alcohol consumption. I steadied myself on the barstool as I waited. I tipped back my head as I downed yet another drink without my trusty companion. I started to wonder where the hell she had gone..