And who are these two young ladies?”“Okay, Vicky, I also hope that we can be friends. Or family. I’m very fond of my family, as you can see. Les... so of my ex-wife, but that’s another story. My ex-mate can have her. That’s the best revenge for that. Reveling in his self-inflicted burden of that bitch ruining his life! How nice of him to take her off my hands!“As for the ‘Bart’ part, it’s an abbreviation for ‘baronet.’ As in a baronetcy, which is a rank just above knighthood, but below peerage in. ’ ‘Please no’ I moaned , Without missing a beat she snapped, ‘take that skirt off now cunt and caress.’ Heart racing , I hiked my hips up and pulled the short skirt off. Marsha put her hand out and I placed it in her hand. She tucked it between herself and the door and said’One more refusal and I toss it out the window. Now caress!’ I obediently began to caress myself, my body torn between embarrassment, the heat caused by Marsha’s demands and the play of my fingers over myself. Two longer. She then looked down at the needle. ‘Don’t do it Marianne,’ Albert shouted, ‘We can get help for you.’ ‘The only help for me is in this needle,’ she said. ‘We can fix…’ he stopped as she pushed the needle into her vein and squeezed the plunger. Without pausing, Albert turned and walked to the street, heading back toward his alley and his dumpsters. ‘She threw it all away, and I had to watch it,’ he thought to himself, quickening his pace. He was about half way home when he stopped and thought. “Get up and bend over the table.” Reid instructed. Beth dragged her eyes from the enticing scene on the TV and did as instructed. She now lent over the coffee table, hands palm down on its top to steady herself, facing the screen. Reid stood behind her and with only a peripheral swipe across her dripping cunt to lubricate it, rammed his thumb into her asshole.Beth supressed a surprised scream with the utmost control and breathed out as Reid probed his thumb deep inside her asshole. Beth moaned.