She hated him for that weakness, too.Thunder Song's fingers were cold and weak from the blood flow being cut off. She fumbled with the knot that had h...er suspended from the rafter, her legs weak with need and the exertion of riding her owner. The knots were familiar but the task was difficult. This, however, was not the first time she had done it. It wasn't the tenth time. It wasn't even a hundredth.She hated Thane. Every twist and pull of the rope as she untied the knots made her hate him even. In Bangkok, I met a hot little female go-go dancer who taught me the meaning of ‘menthol magic’ and it was a mind-blowing experience. Basically she used ice water, warm tea, and a Halls Mentho-Lyptus lozenge while sucking me and it taught me about radical methods of oral gratification. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced. Basically, she would alternate between drinks of the water, tea, and the Halls while going down on me. The water and tea were great but the Halls feel was on. "What's upstairs"? Juan took his hand away and squeezed her tit harder. "Answer quiet bitch", he whispered in her ear. He licked a little and like what he tasted. "An, An office". "How many people?" "7". "Ok", Cree said,."Juan, you and Sanchez take the elevator". Juan reached into his back pocket and flipped out an 8 inch knife. He stuck it to Debbie's throat and pressed hard enough for a slight nick and a drop of blood. "Stand up". They did. "What's your name?" "Debbie". "Ok Debbie", and her. "Truly, Esfalan, our days of freedom from care are numbered. Soon enough it shall occur that your father shall turn you out to fend for yourself, on the occasion of your fifty-first year."Esfalan sucked air through his front teeth. "Truly indeed, Anathel. And yet, I have the mind to make one more night of mischief. For on the morrow, I shall have to kiss my lady mother and make my choice before my father can suspect my intent. Still a full moon before that unhappy anniversary of my birth, and I.