I brewed the coffee one day, then poured the whole pot into the brewing pitcher. The brewing pitcher lid was self sealing. The thing let me have day o...d coffee first thing the next morning.“Sure, I remember how to do it,” she informed me. “You are as peculiar as ever I see.”“I’m probably even more so now,” I said.“Before we begin with the season 2 plan, tell me how the lawsuit against the FBI is going?” she asked.“Thia’s ‘X’ tells her how it is going not me, but she says not to worry. Since I. I felt servile, used, an instrument for his pleasure. I had been turned into his bitch and was in heaven! That service to my Master only lasted ten minutes, his thrusts became erratic as he neared his orgasm. His cock pulsed and swelled then I was full of his hot seed. John rested for a while on my back then rolled off me. I lay for a while with Lyn's knickers between my lips, the taste of her body still in my mouth. A hand came over and took them from me. Unfolding them he handed me the red. He knew he was pleasuring her fully, as she murmured, “Oh you studs, this is the greatest feeling, keep it up – do it harder, both of you.” Her legs were spread wide as both men worked her, each enjoying his own task, she ecstatic with both. “Take your Queen.” “John honey, fuck me with your tongue, in my pussy, I want it in there, too,” ordered the Bitch-Whore. A moment of hesitation, but John was turned on now, and she smelled so sexual, and he was hot … he stuck out his tongue, hardened it. ”“Thanks,” Melody replied. “I messed up and I’m sorry.”“You’re forgiven. Just play it cool, though. Did you at least ensure he can’t fill the auditorium with his people?”“That was one concession I wouldn’t give. He only gets 10% of the tickets. The rest are for students on campus. I wouldn’t budge on that one because it was obvious what he was trying to do.”“What other conditions?”“No liturgical clothing.”I laughed, “Perfect. He can’t wear a business suit.”“What?”“That’s his liturgical.