" Yeah, you like that, bitch? Do you like that worm eating your ass? Look at him trying to struggle through those stockings. He must really want to li...k your ass bad." Yeah, he wants it really bad... but I want you to have it, Mistress." You want me to have it? You want me to fuck your ass?" Yes." Beg for it, bitch." Please take my ass, Mistress Alexandra." Rip her stockings with your teeth, worm!" Mistress Alexandra demanded.I tugged and tugged at Ms. Gere's stockings, and I eventually got. I was getting close when i realized i heard foot steps coming towards the door and then a knock. Jackie ask "you guys ready" my girl answered "in a sec i think hes close to coming" Jackie answered " ok well don't spill any on your dress. my girl smiled and got back to sucking me off. I had forgotten how sexual their conversations are and how comfortable they are with their sexuality that had turned me on all the more and blew my load in her mouth and just like he said she didn't spill a drop. Hell, he thought, ‘no one really knew what the plan was anyway.’ Around 10:00 Mary came into the kitchen and announced Sorrel was up and getting dressed. She’d be down in a moment. Mary had gone upstairs and finally awakened Sorrel. She and Sorrel had a brief talk. Mary made her look out the rear of the house. Sorrel saw her automobile. Mary explained, ‘That’s your car. Fletcher doesn’t want you to lose it. In his opinion there will be times when he might need you to drive somewhere. Using. . ha, ha, HA!"Then, in the depths of despair and self-hatred, the realization struck her. Someone once had professed love for her ... even if it had been a malicious lie. Arlene, in the guise of Val, had spoken words of love. That was enough. There had to be a certain compelling logic in I love you that transcended the boundaries of intention. It was a magic powerful enough to break down barriers and open floodgates.Let's assume that part of the problem is my perception of myself. I am nothing.