<strong>Vern - with little miss muffet</strong><br/><br/>The whites of her eyes were showing, she was that undone. Hell at this distance he could have shot her. Instead he had her exactly where he wanted her.<br/><br/>“Naw!” Vern assured her with a gentle shake.  “He hates elevators.”<br/><br/>“As long as you mind your P’s and Q’s slut, you and Mark Anthony will be on two different planets.”<br/><br/>The lift stopped moving as Vern pulled Evie tight to his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings or that he didn’t have feeling for his slut.  It was just that it took so long for messages to arrive from his body to his brain and back that there was a noticeable delay of about a week and a half.<br/><br/>By the time Vern had an emotion he thought it was gas. But he liked Evie and liked to fuck her while she was giving him hell. Her begging was something new which he didn’t much like at all.<br/><br/>“Vern!” Shift Sergeant Rutherford called as he ran to the pair exiting the lift.<br/><br/>“Vern! I’m sent to fetch you. It’s Command.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, be right there. And you owe me,” Vern growled as he carried Evie to her cage.<br/><br/>When he tossed her in again and chained her leash to the ring on the floor, he made sure she had water and had taken her meds.  The other thing he had to collect was a burlap bag. So he left her briefly. When he returned he pulled her head up and kissed her hard before releasing her.<br/><br/>“I’ll see you in the morning,” Vern promised and tossed the bag into the cage then slammed the door locking it.<br/><br/>A moment later Jethro’s snaky tongue shot out of the burlap bag. Satisfied that the current sleeping arrangement would continue he curls in a nice cobra knot near the heat of flesh at the end of the chain ring.  Evie was practically family.