I felt as though I was filled with fire. I hated him. I hated him more than I could ever remember hating anything. I sucked more furiously on the cock...I was haunting and the man attached to it began to moan and writhe, but I couldn't focus on him, not when the guy at the bar was trying to make his move on an innocent woman. I couldn't let him have his way. I had to stop him. I wanted to smash his brains in. I wanted to cut off his balls, fry them. I wanted to hurt him so badly he'd never be. At one point, when the designer briefly left the fitting room to take a phone call, and Helen and I were naked apart from our panties (mine this time being a sketchy thong in burgundy red), I managed to contrive an opportunity to remove mine. I forget the reason that I gave, but I turned my back to Helen in apparent modesty, and bent from the waist only, keeping my legs straight, as I rolled the panties down from my thighs to my ankles. I knew that she could see my asshole, the swell of my. Suzette then asked him if he would like to feel her tits and the poor guy almost swallowed his tongue and started choking. He asked if she was serious and she reached to him and beckoned him closer. He seemed apprehensive so Nick told him to come over and grab his wife’s tits. Nick has a commanding aspect about him and the delivery guy moved up to the side of the bed and tentatively reached out towards her. Suzette grabbed his hand and put it on her tit and she still rode Nick’s cock. She let. If any gods, old or new heard her plea, they kept their counsel silent. The stars glimmered and shone, blazed with brilliance, but no more and no less than usual. Nothing stirred or moved, and no voice issued forth to her demands. Nothing but the rhythmic, mesmerizing crackles of the fire, quiet and comforting. It was all she had. For just then, it was enough. * The scream that ripped through the night was a loathsome thing, the kind of sound that makes a quivering knot wrap up so tight in the.