That was so weird, with you and Nick and everything.”Mel just nodded, putting out a hand across the counter to touch Tracy’s arm. It was the firs... time they had woken up together since that fateful day almost a month past. Tracy had gone through a lot, had experienced a lot more than just five stages of grief, and was only now coming to accept and deal with and finally control what had set it all off. “What crushed me,” continued Tracy, “was realizing that Tina was in on it, was the one. And it was because I loved her, and because she had loved me, that herreaction had been so strong. I knew that I would never have her bodyagain - though this didn't keep me from fantasizing about her joiningDenise at my feet, obediently on her knees, sucking my cock whilelooking up at my eyes... in my fantasies they thanked me for abusingthem, for treating them like the sluts they were - I knew I would never have her body again, but why should she treat me so cruelly?And Denise? I couldn't. Do you want me to take you down from here and let you stretch out?”“Yes mistress” she shouted back in an almost military tone to match Angela’s almost military outfit.Angela smacked her face.“That wasn’t very polite”“Please mistress” she sobbedAngela smacked the ass cheek that didn’t have a reddening handprint.“Well too bad, I said whose dildo gets biggest, not who keeps it in longer, and your friend’s is clearly bigger.”She rolled the cabinet right next to the shorter slave and crouched under. John Patterson, Sr., his deceased father, had left his farm to his wife. His successful real estate company was left to him, his only child, and to any children of his, in equal shares. That provision protected much of John's assets in the divorce. Essentially, as his only child, Marcie was one-third owner of a company that had branched out into land development: housing projects and strip malls for the most part. In the divorce settlement, John and Marcie gave full ownership of the original.