Four other guys were standing around watching. Oh, Big Harv's chained up in the basement, Lana said he's been beat up, but he's ok." Jake, you said th...ere were four more, where are the other two," Mark asked softly."One of them reached for a knife and I shot him," Jake said. "Then the other one..." ... refused to answer my fucking question and I shot him," Lana cut in. "Mr. Whitman, I like you, but these fuckers are dead meat. Don't try to stand in the way either." Her voice was iron and Mark. "Mmmm. That's wonderful Sam. You're doing a great job. Now keep it going - it's very important to build a good rhythm and maintain it", I told her.She just continued, eyes down, focused on the task at hand."Okay Sam, here's a few ... uuuhh", I moaned, then continued, "... other ideas." Firstly", I said, "keep it wet. The wetter the better. Don't be afraid to spit on it if you have to". She nodded, her tongue now hitting the sweet spot under the helmet."Secondly, moan as you do it. Show him you. All matching. You get me incredibly hard, thinking about having you dance for me as you slowly remove your bra. Then you sit down in my lap and let me first feel, then suck and lick on your gorgeous breasts and big nipples. You push back and release my cock from being restrained in my pants, allowing it to fully harden. Without saying a word, you wrap your lips around the head and moisten the entire length before showing your skills at taking it all in your mouth. I decide that it is time to. "The word "whore" angered her. She had never been called a whore before, and it shocked her. She did as she was told while the mayor sipped his whiskey and enjoyed the view."Come over here on your knees, my pretty slut." He unzipped his pants and let a large firm erection pop out. "Enjoy," he said putting himself up to her face.He drank and she sucked. Finished with his drink, the mayor put his glass on the table and pulled down his pants so she could lick his balls and stroke his cock. Gail.