"Oh, what a great combination: both of our pussies together," I let out, before I took in a deep inhale. My head went back again and I lowered her pan...ies to my twat again. The whole time, I grinned quite widely and kept my eyes closed. "Son of a bitch, Gretchen, quit teasing me. I know you know how to eat pussy better than this. Get that tongue in there deeper and hit my g-spot," she said in my head. A minute later in real life, I brought the panties right to my lips as they parted. I balled. Cleo lay there staring at the ceiling. Her thighs were wide opened. Billy had knelt down and was looking between her thighs with a frown. They didn't know I was back. "She's been torn." His fingers touched her vagina. "But not badly. It will heal. I'd rather her have stitches." From where I stood I could the beginnings of black bruises that were going to cover her thighs. "Cleo, make sure stay very clean." Billy was frowning at the marks very close to her vagina. "Cigarette burns?" He asked and. He was sorry about today." He should be. We had an arrangement." It wasn't Anthony's fault. He had to take the case at the last minute." He could have alerted me. He could have picked up the phone. Even a few minutes warning would have been civilised. You know how it is, the flunkey says all rise and I, the judge, walk in, supposedly to great respect, and there he was in front of me, the grinning bastard." He was embarrassed, he was unnerved. It was a twitch not a smile." He was embarrassed?. Clara’s arms sprang to into action and she began to scramble backwards along the mattress, trying to escape the ominous cloud, but it was no good. As she moved, she dragged the cloud with her. Clara could only look on in horror as her legs disappeared, then her torso and arms. She had scarcely been awake ten seconds before the cloud engulfed her head and all she could see was swirling smoke. Clara’s vision was only clouded for a second or two. When the smoke lifted from her eyes, she was.