It was a festering boil that had to be lanced and finally was, but Michelle still ached with its pain, as Vicki knew well. Michelle wasn't evil, just ...ad different and more obvious flaws than Vicki, who loved her friend anyway.Meanwhile, Dan had a somewhat different conversation with Haley Wilkes, his personal secretary at Liberation House Publishers."Liberation House Publishers, this is Haley Wilkes speaking. How may I help you?" Haley's voice was as sensual as ever. It never failed to give. She had always cherished these times, as the smell of the smoke lingered about. The men were already playing cards, laughing and smoking cigars. The women were closer to the fire, using it to ward off the night chill. Dawn was already nodding off so she guided her into the cabin and downstairs to the small bedroom where her and her sister spent so many summers. After getting Dawn situated, Maggie laid down, pulling the cover up over her body, and tried to fall asleep. It was the clock that. Carmen's taxi had dropped her at the gates of a large gothic looking house. She could see square shaped turrets on either side of the forbidding looking manse. Garret rooms looked out over the heath and flickering light illuminated the net-curtained windows. Her view of the house was restricted by the over hanging shrubbery that darkened the gravel path leading to the dimly lit portico.She had banged the brass lions head knocker and after a few seconds, the goat headed man had answered.... ."look at me bitch....look at me! Is this what you need cunt?" and he was slapping his fully hard and monster of a cock on her face". "Yes, please, please give it to me!" I could heard her saying. So there I was in the recliner, him standing in front of me, her on her knees still in her work clothes with her back to me as he started to throat fuck my girlfriend so hard I thought she would choke, which she did a bit. To this point I had only imagined what happened as I listened to the fucking on.