Upon seeing his penis, he had felt compelled to excite it and, once it was excited, he felt compelled to cause it to orgasm. In addition to the usual ...leasure he felt at orgasm, he also felt intense satisfaction at making himself do so and, since he was further compelled to follow only his own orders, he simply kept doing so again and again. He couldn't help it. With the three women, if he didn't want sex, all he had to do was say so and they were content to find other things to do. With. I don’t do all that sharing and caring bullshit. I wasn’t particularly close with my parents, but when they died, I kind of went on a downward spiral and did some nasty drugs. I went through rehab, got better, went back on the downward spiral, and again returned to rehab. That happened about like five or six times until I met this guy. Now he was messed up, even more than that glorified Christian Grey and not in a sexy way either. He was a lot like me, selfish, greedy, and had a total disregard. It was at this point that he noticed his best wranglers were at best a little ragged and more than a little bit faded. Then it hit him; the M. L. Leddy suit in the closet. The suit he'd bought for his parents' funeral. He got the suit out of the plastic bag and gave it a quick going over with a clothes brush and it was good to go. Scott put on his best white dress shirt and grabbed the tie he'd bought to go with the suit. He'd put the tie on when he got to Lubbock. He packed a small bag with. "Now Steve Jordan has been driven away, but he took one of our party with him, Phil-Hadley's dark one called Luana. We must seek the aid of the humans here on our world to go after him."Worgath and the others were not easy to convince, and there was much growling and arguing, particularly over what was told of The Gods, but reluctantly they accepted the words of Harg and Ka-Kachima. Leading the way through the tunnels to where at last they stood under the starry night sky, he lifted his voice.