Briggs's hot tongue returned to licking his smooth hole.As soon as he closed the door, all he could think of was that beautiful arse bent up in the ai... on his sofa, Dropping the bags Mr. Briggs buried his bristled face between those soft pale cheeks, his tongue lapping long up his crack. "Between you and your Mum, I'm never going to go hungry."For the past week, just as Mr. Briggs had expected Simon had been a daily visitor. The nervous straight boy had become a sexualized sissy, he couldn't. My ears were working, so it seemed. My eyes were processing the flashes. That gave me hope. I tried to puzzle out how I’d ended up here, wherever ‘here’ was. I remembered a pleasant dinner and conversation, though none of the words would come to me. I was there with people I knew and people I didn’t. The dinner was important. I was meeting ... someone.Thoughts were difficult and elusive. I wished someone were there with me. I was alone here. I knew that much but not much else. I tried calling. It didn’t matter if the plumbing was intact or not. ‘Henry,’ a cool feminine voice said from the shadows. He opened his eyes to find Marlene Henson standing before him, not more than a few feet away from Mark’s corpse. She was naked, her voluptuous curves and soft alabaster skin speckled and sprayed with blood. In fact, she looked like a younger version of her mother, a perfect clone of Shannon Merele that was in every way just as seductive and equally dangerous. Henry realized that at this. We'll show you what we're gonna give you."Carol was more than willing. She had accomplished the considerable task of putting all of her doubts and fears out of her mind for the time being, and this left the pleasant subject of physical gratification as her only current concern.And the sex organs of the two men were vital to the gratification. Carol's eyes were wide with expectation as she sank to her knees between the men and reached for the interesting bulges which were visible in the trousers.