Instead, I looked at him then moved to kneel at his feet. With head bowed as though to the executioner's axe, I offered, "If only blood will sat...sfy you, then take mine. No one is more responsible for his death than me." Sometimes the best way to lie is with the absolute truth. The conviction in my voice needed no special enhancement since it was true. Regardless of the falsehoods I had showered on Reynal, I had not lied to Lyonidas. And so I had not had to use the power of. I also apologize for the short length of this chapter, think of it as a bridge to a whole lot more plot! I realized that there is some discontinuity regarding Sam and her now-roommate Carly. I realize they werent roommates in the first couple chapters of the story, but they are now. Please just disregard this, it makes the story more interesting. You may also notice some other small differences, I try to reduce these but keep in mind that Im making these stories up as I go along. I hadnt. Tyrone carefully placed the rum drink close to Jo-Ann, placed his rum-free drink close to him, an uncomfortable reach for her. “What’s this?” Tyrone said as he stared at the half-smoked joint, pretending to just notice it. This time there was no doubt that his voice was tinged with anger and the soft brown eyes and smiling faced had morphed into the cold stare that she had glimpsed earlier. “ I’m ah, I ‘m sorry Ty. I didn’t think you’d mind if I started without you.” Jo-Ann said lowering. "Ah shitt..yes that's it" I panted loudly as his hands started groping my titties roughly. Their hands felt so good, I couldnt help but to explode....."Ahhhh yesssssssss..ahhhhhhhhh" I screamed out as my juices poured out of me like a river.. The bartender walked away smiling, still watching as I excused myself to go and freshen up. Tara was grinning at me as I walked past her rocking my ass from side to side and both titties bouncing freely from behind the opened leather material. Entering.