"Just... shut up... OHHHH!"Carolyn gasped suddenly. Her eyes snapped open. She lifted her head up as high as the restraining bonds permitted and stare...d in horror between her splayed legs. Bound to the stanchion stirrups, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper ready to spring away in retreat. Only Carolyn couldn't retreat from the massive head which peered down at her through the V- spread of her legs.His cold wet nose. Gill got out the car, gave me a quick flash then did up her coat as we walked towards the door. I was a quaint old pub with tables and chairs in little alcoves. The bar was L shaped with the small part of the L backing to a wall. And pretty empty There were bar stools there Gill suggested we sat on them. I sat with my back to the wall Gill sat with her back to the pub facing me. The barman was about 40ish, tallish blue eyed designer beard with a stocky physique. He came over and we ordered some. Those signs were all over the lobby before you stepped into the labs and manufacturing rooms, but he insisted on carrying the camera in and making sure Channel 5 wasn't going to go into the Chip-Fab business next week.In a moment the camera man, mic-boom, and Chelsea came into the room, but my eyes went right to Chelsea. She still a knock-out little body, if not just a bit wider than her super slim high school days, and that cute smile she had used to win over Matt Bardon almost 10 years ago.. The woman had put her mouth down there and a feeling of such overwhelming pleasure had come over Mandy that it had frightened her.She'd never allowed another woman's hands on her since then, for fear that she was in fact a homosexual, which, according to societies dictates, would have made her something less than perfect. Her trysts with men had been a cold sort of thing.Mostly she just laid there and let them do as they wanted, a necessary evil for her to achieve something or other. She had.