“Don’t you swallow it all,” Marcus said. “Don’t!”
Amanda stared at him, wide-eyed. This wasn’t the usual way of things. Marcus always made sure she took down every drop. What the hell was this?
Marcus quickly tucked away his limp c**k, scooped Amanda up and set her on the knotted rope, far away from me at the other pole.
“You better still have c*m,” Marcus said in rising, angry tones. He gripped her face, forced open her mouth. “Let me see it. Let me see it!”
Amanda held still for the inspection. Satisfied, Marcus shoved away Amanda’s chin, then pointed at me. “Give it to her.”
What?
Amanda’s expression said the same thing.
“You heard me,” he said. “Keep it in your mouth. And it better be there when you get to Heather. You walk that rope and don’t c*m. Not until you reach the en
