.. was, well, Eddie. ‘Keen Eddie,’ you call him behind his back, right? He’s still very keen and trying to please me, placate me, whatever. I’... just ... not sure what I make of it all. Is that really what I want in a man ... a servant?” Mom trailed off as she thought aloud.“Yes!” I declared forcefully, making Mom jump a bit.“That’s what you wanted from Dad, and when he proved to be something else entirely, you couldn’t take it. I’ve thought this about you for a long time, and you’ve resented. At the end, the team which has planted the larger number of flags will be the winner. Goal tenders for the winning team will be, shall we say, rewarded. Goal tenders for the losing team will be flogged."Anne stepped forward and said, "If our team should happen to lose, I will take Mary's strokes for her."The two teams moved aside and made practice strokes for several minutes and then lined up at the eight foot marks which had been placed on the grass. Catlin could see John, Edward, William, and. It was time for Kat’s surprise. When next I switched from licking Kat’s clit to rubbing her g-spot (with four fingers by now) I lifted my head and looked at Andy. When he looked back, I said “Fuck her throat, she won’t gag on you now.” Andy, who already had Kat’s head in his hands, leaned over Kat and pushed his cock slowly but inexorably down her throat, until his balls were resting in her eyes. I could see her throat bulging out, could see where his cock head was as it pressed into her. . Addison everywhere.In Hell, the world is pale, filtered through pain so colours are wan, sounds dull, life around you detached, apart, alien.In Hell, there is no joy or laughter, no highs, just endless lows. In Hell, you’re an emotional cripple.Hell is a state of mind and no one could help me. No one could save me. I was trapped by memories, the only memories I had - six months of Addison four years ago. I had no other memories to distract me.In this Hell, I adapted. I’d learned to lie. I’d.