She brushed her teeth, showered and combed her long blondehair.She was a woman on a mission and she strode into her bedroom and threw apile of clothes... on the bed and then sat down and did her makeup. Sheapplied heavy makeup with lots of black eyeliner, mascara, many huedeyeshadow, rouged cheeks and ruby-red lipstick. She teased out her hairand looked at herself in the mirror; she looked like a nineteen-eightyporn star, exactly the look she wanted.Penelope stepped into a pair of black Vintage. “You may torture me,” she said loudly. “You may even kill me,” she continued. “But a traitor never escapes justice. If I die, others in the CIA or MI5 or The Society or even mercenaries hired by my husband will track you down and squish you like the slimy bug that you are.”At first I thought she was talking to me and I was confused... and hurt. Then I heard a low laugh behind me. I turned my head to see Andre` standing behind me. Suddenly many things became clear to me. Pricker must have. At the back there were fire doors for both the bar and the restaurant, but these were for emergency use only. There was also another entrance on the other side - where most of the cars were parked - and this one led also to the bar, but Nancy's group hadn't enter through that door, they had gone through the door leading to the restaurant part of the building.I went back to my car and began to change into clothes I had brought for that purpose. I put on a baseball cap and a black wind breaker,. . I did not think teen boys lost wood so quick. I did not resist and just went to town sucking as well as I could. He was rock hard within a minute, and I could tell this cock was HUGE. It was easily bigger than most so far, and probably second longest I thought. He had his cock in my throat and would leave it sit there. With me being laid on my back and head over the edge, I am sure my throat was in clear view of the guy(s) in the room. I heard comments like “look how far in her throat this.