She reached for his waistband and put her fingers inside. She blew her foul garlic breath in his face. Xxx Then she stepped back and operated the mechanism that moved the stone plate to which he was strapped. He would only feel her nails, but she felt his racing pulse. She rubbed her hand and nails against his scrotum, slowly massaging his cock. Disgusted with herself, she reached for the knife again. Had the man endured any pain all his life? She put her hands on his cheeks and ran the nail of her right hand down his chin line. His hands were clenched into fists. This was not allowed to happen. The water in the bottle was, as he already suspected, laced with a drug. She knew what he was talking about. But that was not the point here. Jolka took the knife she had
