She grimaced, incredulous, unsure if she had heard Rekha correctly over the noise in the club. The wickedly lurid expression on the face of her comely...friend told her that she had.Nara shook her head. Looking down at her drink as she stirred it she stated flatly, "I'm not doing that." Come on!"Raising a brow towards her, Nara scoffed, "Some of us just can't turn on our inner slut like others."Rekha returned the raised brow in kind. "Well, you should," she remarked.Nara rolled her eyes. She. ...this was different. She loved the feeling she had when she was begging Sarah for it, totally abject, humiliated. It gave her a kind of satisfaction that she had never been able to find. Sarah understood this. Silkie didn't. Sarah was the dream lover for this woman, for this untapped part of her personality. I was the tortured sweet guy, so captivated by her, along for the ride. Before long, our twosome was frequently a threesome. Silkie invited me into the intimacy she shared with Sarah. I. ?Now, clean the bowl, you dog slut? she slapped her harder and harder as she knelt next to the bowl, her face inches away, ?clean the bowl slut!? slapping her harder in anger. He almost pushed her face into the bowl. M began to lap at the pee, she gagged and He hit her again beating her each time she faltered. Soon the bowl was dry, he laughed at her.?Pee drinking dog slut, come over here and lick my ass for me, you slut? he leaned over the back of the couch so she could lick His ass. ?Push. ”Not this again.“Azamel and Athalia didn’t want my visit to be official business. They wanted something more organic, and I can’t really blame them for that. We covered their tunnels in explosives.”Natasha shrank down between them as the air started to heat up with impending argument.“I know you’re not a fan of deterrence, Jack, but it’s the lesser of two evils here.”“I ... I’m not disagreeing with you. But I’m not going to ignore the knock-on effects of that either. Azamel’s pissed. We didn’t.