Alistair stands and pulls over his pants.  His wet, saliva soaked cock sofening and being stowed.  "Well, it was certainly a good try.  You seem far too skilled to be a girl.  I was almost worried there."<br/><br/>As he walked across the room he looked at her with her cheeks puffed out, the slightest bit of his ooze dripping over her front lip.  "Swallow that or I'll make you do it again and again until you learn."  He moved over and grabbed a wooden chair and brought it over to her, sitting above her and stared at her.<br/><br/>"I suppose you've earned a reprieve at least, as I rest for a short while.  Why don't you tell me about yourself?  First:  Name."