All had been reasonably attractive and moderately successful. All had controlled her…attempted to remake her…shape her to fit their needs. She had...let them—encouraged them to do so—and then hated them for it. ‘Face it, Taylor. At thirty you are a complete basket case’ she thought. ‘You’re insecure, needy, clingy and neurotic. A string of therapists have had little if any impact on your mental state. You’ve gone through eating disorders, dabbled in wacko religions and almost ended up in rehab. One of his former coworkers had later told me that Thomas had an uncanny ability to sense danger. He could never explain it to them, but he was never wrong. I had hurried back to the plane and picked up my rifle, and that’s when the shooting started.Thomas had dragged Daddy away, and he also shot Roland in the hand. I saw a woman shoot Thomas, and I shot her, and then I shot the third man when he also shot Thomas. Our pilots came out of the jet, and the other two men jumped into a car and drove. With each lick I feel my stomach turning, the guilt is making me want to throw up but I continue to pleasure my friend with the fear of being beaten or worse killed if I don’t do what I’m told.I try my hardest to make my friend come but it feels like she's struggling to hold it in. Finally she comes and my thoughts are almost confirmed as cum is squirted into my face in such a force like a dam has burst. I can't lick up or swallow all her juices and they cover my face and hair in a sticky. The volume was on high and her words left little to the imagination.“Oh, yes. Yes! Harder, Jim. Fuck me harder! Oh YES! Like that! More, more, oooh...”“You’re such a nasty little bitch!” She didn’t say that. That would have been weird. I didn’t say it either – although I could have, with complete justification. It was the voice of James McLaughlin, the chief architect at her firm. He was a complete prick in my opinion, who saw himself as the new age Frank Lloyd Wright, and dressed in collarless.