Like Andrea, Cassandra succeeded in taking as much of what I could give, as deeply inside her body as was possible without a scalpel. Even as I came, ... prayed to God and the Universe that whatever I was issuing forth would be the thing necessary for her healing.Somewhere, down deep in my soul, I knew it was... ... and knowing that comforted me.Washing off the aftermath of great sex is often a task, instead of a pleasure, but Cassandra and I spent almost a half hour washing one another back in. I called my dad and we talked about the outcome of the ‘plan’ and my decision to move forward with the loan application. The paperwork was faxed to his office and he submitted it for approval. From his experience, he said it would very likely be approved, so we waited. As the bank was not familiar with our part of the country, they’d be sending a representative to talk with me and the other players in our plan. He’d let us know when. Edith and I had to get firm with Trish. She had become. Stillrepeating the obsceneties from earlier only more audible now."BITCHCUNT WHOREBITCH EVILS SHIT FUCKING CUNT CUNT CUNT YOU FUCKING DIRTY FILTHYPIECE OF SHIT YOU...etc etc etc..with every adjective followed by a lash.Bynow bitches shirt had ripped open and the lashes fell on her bare tits."Holdit" I said lets get em downstairs first. Next problem,How do we get this big fat heavy cunt into the basement?.Hmmmm.Iwent downstairs to see if I could find what I thought I had seen earlier.Hisface. But there was nothing I could do. I flicked through the box of memories I keep of Amber, stopping on the mental video clip of her pussy, shrouded only by plain white knickers. They weren’t my favourite knickers but they’d given the best ‘camel toe’, the shadows on the surface revealing clear details of Amber’s pussy. Mmmmmm… Amber’s pussy. I imagined running my fingers over the crotch of her knickers, perhaps making her gasp with pleasure. The thought made my orgasm more intense, which for the.