A low lustful growl rattled in Margaret's throat, which brought a warm flush to my cheeks."Happy Christmas Mistress," I trilled, because from the mome...t I woke up I knew we were in the game."Happy Christmas Jill, I have a present for you." And I have presents for you, too," I said, voice cracking from a desire that I realised was at as much for Margaret, her body, and what I wanted to do to her, as it was for what I knew she would do to me. This thing had become entirely mutual, at last.We. Then she slid out from under him, leaving him still kneeling, and spread his ass cheeks with her hands. When she put her face in there and began to lick his back door, I gasped.And she heard me.She turned her face toward the door, looked down to see my face just above the floor, and she smiled at me.Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or is this your way to hide a broken heart?Her face returned to what seemed to be a routine action for her, the servicing of uncle Frank's asshole, and I. "Is that all you came for?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low purr."Hell," he said, "to tell you the truth, there is something else." Oh? What?" That," he said, pointing to a long mirror that stood on one of the walls surrounded by small etchings. The top of the mirror was graced with a replica of the Vallus symbol."Oh," Lorraine said, "you want to know more about Vallus. Yes, I thought you would." What do you mean by that?" Ed asked."Whenever anyone sees that symbol, they're immediately. No more fantasizing of pianos and a home filled with love, safety, warmth, and family. All of these are merely dreams that can never be and if I hold onto them then I will never know peace. We will never be together and I know that, with every bit of my being, I know it but God, how do you let it all go? Something so strong and sure? How do you implore your heart of hearts to see reason and allow yourself to heal? How do you tell it to speak with your head and actually listen? To understand.