’ So is that offer still on the table?” As Chuck asked me that question he began to pull his cock out… I didn’t answer right away. But what I ...id do was take my clothes off, so I guess I did answer, just not verbally. When he saw me begin to strip, he did the same. Once we were both naked in my garage we approached each other and grabbed each other’s already hard cock. While we stood there and pumped, Chuck said, “Let’s watch the video of my wife while we jack-off.” I retrieved Chuck’s phone. With an effort that made all my singed neural connections scream in agony I kissed the flesh. It was a FOY flower."Thank George," someone said then there was a sniffling, almost a sobbing, from a female in the room."Hand me that glass." We should give her the injection." Only if you kill me first."The last voice had been Hawkins?. It was also the voice of the male that now had my breasts pressed against his chest. No wonder the arms holding me radiated such intense comfort - and loving. “Just.. get going, alright?” He felt stressed out and slightly overwhelmed. Tonight a whole host of people would be arriving at his inn. Alfred had gotten the letters announcing their arrivals weeks ago, all pretty curly letters, written in some expensive ink on pretty snow-white parchment. The moment he held them in his hands he knew they aught to be royal letters and sure enough, when he opened them, they were. Not only was the Eastern Queen Petunia coming to bless his humble home. Her. I want them to see how much you’ve suffered for their sake.”“Okay,” he said. “But I don’t think they’ll look at it that way. What about your scars?” he asked.“Mine?”“You can see them too,” he said.He walked up and traced a finger around the exit wound on her back.“I didn’t think of that,” she said.“I pointed that out to Babs at the mixer,” he said. “She was under the impression you just got a flesh wound.”“You never told me you talked to her.”“She tried to pick me up,” he said.“That bitch!”“She.