Get 'em out." Turning my attention to Jemma, I added, "I need to see yours."It was there in her hand -- she offered it gingerly. "Seems like you were ...in some trouble in the other room," I noted as I clipped the card reader I'd been issued over it."Lester ... He don't mean nothing by it -- he's just hard, that's all." The scores said she was one helluva mother and loved her sex -- and that she was used to bending the neck. She wasn't stupid by any stretch, but she'd had a hard life -- and. Thinkinghe would love playing with his lastest acquisition as he opened thedoor, he saw only darkness as a cold hard steel object hit him behindhis head. Moaning with pain as he regain consciousness, he saw a brightwhite light and felt his body cold and naked and blindfolded and gaggedon the marble floor. Screaming in fear, he heard clacking noises ofmetallic heals on marble. Realizing who was behind him he felt compelledto say he was sorry and saying he will make everything better. ?Oh, I. . "Do you think you could teach me your technique?" she whispered, "could you show me what to do?" Whatever could she mean? How could I go about such a thing?I just sat and watched, as if in slow motion, Tsuli reached across and turned the shell decoration on the wall and once again the beautiful pink head of her mans cock appeared in between us. I dumbly nodded in my dreamlike trance and slid forward to kneel on the cushions that Tsuli had so obviously laid out and I had been so blissfully.