Staring at her as she slept; Taylor thought back to how she looked in that gray, smoky concrete hallway, two days ago.When he’d returned to her, Whi...aker was in bad shape. Her skin had gone ghost white, and she was sweating profusely, lying in a pool of her own blood. She had only briefly opened her eyes when he’d gotten to her, and started basic first aid while they waited for the paramedics.She was clearly in shock and strangely smiled up at him, although her smile quickly morphed into a mask. “Not at all,” I replied, “I like what you are telling me, tell me more. Tell me what you do?”“It depends on how we are both feeling at the time,” Sam replied while beginning to pump my cock. “Sometimes we lick each other out, sometimes we use toys. Here is an image to get you going. Imagine the two of us naked and sitting up in bed, both thrusting our glass dildos into our wet pussies. Faster and faster until we both cum.”I was rock hard and Sam kept the pressure on my cock. She was stroking me. Being a concubine was not something that Franco wished for his son, though he understood that it might happen. If it did, he just hoped for a really understanding sponsor.Speaking of concubines, Franco looked back at his ex-wife, the mother of his children. Rachel Adler seemed at least somewhat contrite and certainly a bit scared. No doubt, Laurie had given her a reality check, if no one else had done it first. That was good, because Rachel showed a lot of promise, but never lived up to. Among the women watching her, and the figure as well, a few grow jealous of such unrestrained sexuality displayed with the ease of youth. Others hunger for such experiences as could be known of, to build upon to fortunes, passions, and loves. Some wish, both males and females, and others, to have a hold of her in their bed or sleeping areas, to awaken and to bind such primal energies. To claim the title of one who has awakened or deflowered such a soon-to-be house of power. * * * * * * Even the.