..in mock horror, he said to her...youmean to tell me all this time youve let him eat your whorish cunt, and neverONCE youve given ANYTHING in return?...she was crying hard now..he was making her feel bad...and worthless hush cunt.. lets go over this... you need a cock to practice on, so you can be my little personal cocksucker..theonly male in the house is King youve used king for god knows how many years...and he gets nothing in returnfrom you..you use him..and disregard him..no wonder the poor. He casually pocketed it and went in to join the other men. He made a pretense of inspecting a dusty corner of the library as if looking for a particular book and pulled one from the shelf. He secreted the note in the book and opened as if to peruse the tome. The note read: "Walk out the library door as if you are going to the john, Turn right and I'll be waiting for you at the end of the hall, last door on the left. Be discreet." Andy asked his host which. " Tommy, why?" Leave it mum please, just leave it, go back to your husband."She looked at me oddly because of the way I'd practically spat the word husband at her, but she sensed an inner rage that we both knew wasn't far below the surface and walked away quietly.I awoke in the morning to find a note had been pushed under the door of my room, it said. "I'm in room 207, let's have breakfast together, Jill."I rang her room and she answered immediately."Hi." Hi yourself, how are you this morning?". "When Martin arrived at Zenobia's house for dinner on Friday he was very nervous. He was grateful Zenobia had not told his parents what he had got up to on what they called his 'wild weekend' and had almost convinced himself that he had had no option other than to rape his hostess and her daughter. He was aware of Mary Anne's continued hostility. Martin suspected he was about to be given a strong sermon, at least, from Zenobia who he had avoided since returning from hospitalHe was pleasantly.