She whimpers, bites her lower lip, clutching you as long as she can before pulling reluctantly away.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, quite right, must get to work. Go and have the girls bring you whatever it is you drink and keep an eye out for trouble. Tonight I want your tongue everywhere until I pass out. Consider that the least you can do after getting my...ahhh...motor running, I believe is the term?"</strong>