If they do not want it, I could still knock them over the head with it. I laughed hard. That was not at all my method. I was not that strong or tough.... I did not even want to be. But still it would be nice to have it on hand, I thought. One little brown bottle with a liquid emerged from one of the inner pockets. On the label it had a Mister B logo. A rubber cock ring and a few keys for handcuffs or something like that. Also a very cool silver bracelet and dog-tag chain. A Leather identification. "Not another question." She smirked. "You have to let Abby put some makeup on you."Tim snorted, Tony choked out a bark of laughter, and Abby giggled but Ducky just squared his shoulders, the only reaction the splash of color Jethro thought he could see on the older man's cheeks."Very well then. Abby? Do your worst." He looked at the Goth and arched his eyebrows. There was some subtext there Jethro wasn't comprehending.Abby rummaged in her backpack before coming up with a tube of lipstick, which. It takes a couple of hundred lashes from that feeble bit of leather to produce the effect ten did in our little act in Montmartre. Some of those hardened felons have pretty thick hides and my favourite victim needs a good, hard hundred just to make her bleed a bit! But I've made the bitch's blood flow down her stinking body - many times! And lately, these last few months, we've been using a special whip on her. She jerks and twitches under the lash a real treat! I just wondered if you'd care to. Now I placed my tongue on her chocolaty love hole.I licked her pussy clean. Then I started sucking her while my thumb was rubbing on her clit. She was panting and trying to say something. So I went up opened her mouth. “I want to scream,” she said.I smiled and didn’t gag her again. Now I went to her boobs. Took out my tongue and started to lick her right melon first. Both of our body was covered in chocolate and sweat. I took some chocolate in my mouth and went to her mouth.She raised her head.