I am barely recognisable by now. Nobody can understand what happened. Superficial wounds tended by a healer always heal without leaving any scars. Per...aps I was the exception to the rule, I said to them, but they called in the best healers of them all, all of them trying to heal me, but they all failed.When Vicdaen saw me he left without saying a word. Lex visited me every day — he had no problem with my scars. I did not ask him how he could stand the sight of me when I could barely look at. I smiled into his eyes as I teased his cock and felt it thicken and grow longer and throb with new life. I kissed his lips, this time my tongue initiating a long wet deep passionate kiss.I slowly moved my hips as I felt Paul’s cock begin to fill like a balloon in my hot wet milking cunt. I broke the kiss and gasped for breath as his thick fat cock began to push itself into my slippery wet hot tight cunt hole as I slowly moved my hips.I sat up and took Paul’s hands and placed them on my breast. "Pete nearly stopped breathing. "You what?" I won her. By beating her. She is my slave for three months."Just then, the girl came walking back in with a steaming cup of coffee. She set it down on a small table by the loveseat where Pete sat. Pete looked at her up and down."Slave?? Oh c'mon, this IS a joke, I'm sure."Cobra wasn't smiling. She stared right at Pete and her gaze never wavered. "Sasha," she said calmly, "take off all your clothes." Yes, Ma'am," the girl said, closing her eyes and. He threw a grilled cheese on the plate in front of her, and sat down at the other side of the table to eat his own. Sex still being a new thing between them, it was all they talked about. The conversation, along with that fantastic cleavage, had him hard again, even though they had fucked 3 times that morning. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, but the table hid his hard on from view. Amy was insatiable. She was wet. She had turned into a nymphomaniac these last few weeks, constantly needing.