What could I do. I loved those k**s. There was no way I could take them away from Jane. I would just have to walk away from everything I had ever real...y loved. I would never be able to trust Jane again no matter what. My life as it had been was over. I just sat and cried.I thought about poor Bridget. I decided to call her. I got their new number from information. I called her. She seemed happy to hear from me. She asked how Jane was. I couldn't answer. She asked again and I started crying, I. John came her a mirror to look at was done she couldnt really see so she asked ,I told her " Your Whore " she smiled and asked "who is Your" told her anyone I tell her , John looked at me so told Mary to get on her Knees and suck John's cock .Mary was down her knees ripping his cock out from his shorts ,John about 7" and thick ,Mary was sucking and wanking him till he stopped her bent her over and fucked her hard ,Mary came several times as John pumped her fall of cum , turned her round. "This, gentlemen," he said, "is Mrs. Juliana Austin." He turned her to be better seen by her audience. Her eyes stayed down. "Please sit with us," he went on, making her turn his way again. She saw the schoolboy look had gone, but his face shone pink, whether from shaving lotion or sweat, she couldn't tell. His off-white smoking jacket made him seem even larger.She looked left and right; there were no free chairs. On an overstuffed couch sat a young man with a blonde woman. On the other side. Virginia was the notional commander of Renmark's "Protector's Own" and she had once told Captain Michele Hawkins that Elizabeth would never get away with doing such a thing. Emily simply said that there was something missing, it was too straight forward with which Virginia agreed, when she could stop laughing. Andrew was content that his younger wife was able to smile again; he had been very troubled by the deep and profound reaction following the virtual destruction of the RMN.Sally McGraw and.