“Do you have any questions, Master?” Finally snapping out of his trance, Mark replied. “Yes, I have a question.” “Shoot, Master.” “Why d... you look the way you do?” “I chose this form so I wouldn’t scare the pants off of you when I appeared, Master,” the Jeanine replied. “I took it from your subconcious memories; I chose the one that took up the most space in that part of your subconcious. And I must say, this form takes up quite a lot of space in your brain!” she said, smiling. “Is my form not. Once the full length was in he turned his head to look at me. I was wanking. He gave me a knowing smile. A smile that said 'I'm about to fuck your slutty little Mrs and yours going to enjoy it!'. He then licked her face, grabbed a hand full of her hair and started to fuck her really hard. They were deep and forceful thrusts. She had never been fucked like that before. He was just using her, he didn't care if she came or felt pleasure. I always worked hard to make sure she came but he wasn't. Barefoot the dark skinned boy led the way through the small and surprisingly neat flat. Furniture was sparse but not overly so and the black and white colour scheme made for a minimalist look. Kitchen-lounge-diner, a small white tiled bathroom with washing machine and dryer and a bedroom with a single bed. There was no door to this last room, just a half drawn semi transparent curtain of some shimmering black material and Thomas could see the over stacked bookshelves and the tall slim wardrobe. Grantham?" Laura tried to keep the spiteful jealousy out of her voice, but wasn't entirely successful."He's fine. He's very good to me, Laura. And to Shauna." Good. A normal life is what you both need." Laura was glad to mean this.But Trina laughed softly. "Sure miss the other one, though," she confessed softly."You mean me?" Yes."Laura measured in her mind very carefully how Trina would take this. "You know, I'm not adverse to a little adultery. If you aren't." I hate to think of it like.