“Good.” I took a moment to look her over. She was wearing a light, short sleeve blouse, a skirt that highlighted her beautiful thighs, and sneaker... with ankle socks. I wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her right there, but I resisted the temptation. I was going to do this right. “The first thing we’re going to have you do,” I told her gently, “is write a couple of letters.” I had her sit down at the coffee table in the other room and I placed a notepad, two envelopes, and a pen in. What a surprise!" said Tara.My newly decided Super Villain status making me brave, (Well, I had a lair, so it was surely enough to call myself a super villain). I rounded on Tara, baring my teeth and jumping forward with a growling sound. She let out a high pitched expletive of surprise and fear, and stumbled back, tripping over one of her own friends, nearly falling down herself. Turning bright red with anger, she stormed off.I turned back to Vicky and offered her my hand again. She. “Yeah well, the fucking nympho can’t get enough, can you Suze?” “Nnnnnghhhmmmffff!” Suzy moaned.“What she’s saying,” I interpreted liberally, “is that it’s about time you got stuck into her arse.”“Nnnngghhhmmffff!” Suzy repeated.“She won’t need much preparing. Not the way she’s slimed all over your dick. Just get a bit of spit on her anus and away you go. Over the years she’s had so much traffic up her arse it’s more like the Blackwall Tunnel than a part of her anatomy.”This time I let her off. She didn't react to Brandon's declaration. She had apparently heard it before. Quietly, she said, "I've always thought Sean was the only one for me, for as long as I've known him. But what if I'm wrong?"I stepped closer and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "What if you're right?" I said.She whirled around, disbelief flooding her face, until she saw me. She glanced at Molly, but the recognition wasn't there at that point. She stood up, her hand to her mouth, and stared at me with wide.