I feel sick to my stomach, and I want to kill the asshole. I recognize the address. I tell her, “That is not a place you want to live. That is the b...othel run by the cops. Most girls would have a bad time there. You may not survive.”She shakes her head in understanding, and her eyes start to water. You can see the hope leave her.I try to comfort her, “How many times do I have to tell you to have faith, girl?”She wipes the tears from her eyes, “Sorry. What can you do from here?”“First off, you. As I felt his balls tighten and he positioned his cock head right over my eyes and nose, I closed my eyes as if to prepare for the impending load of cum. Right before he came, I opened my mouth and took his head in my mouth, forming a vacuum with my lips. He started moaning and groaning loudly and I was sucking ferociously. I felt the first burst of cum hit the back of my mouth and I positioned my tongue right over his cockhole, firmly licking the hole while he continued to spurt. He had a LOT. She had betrayed him, and deserved no mercy from me. My thoughts and expression told Eva of my intentions, she nodded, and through the haze of hatred I felt for my soon-to-be victim I felt a stirring of arousal in my maker’s mind, but she didn’t act upon it.Instead we swept into the room, silent as can be. We stood there for a moment, examining our prey but our appraisal was cut short by Eva, who darted across the room and grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted him out from under the cheating. "It's only a copy you know Sophie dear, even if a very good one.Quite exquisite in its way albeit a trifle overblown for my taste."She waved a languid gloved hand at the fountain behind her. "The original is in Bologna I think. Or is it Padua? Well somewherein Italy anyway. The belle ?poque of Renaissance sculpture so theysay. So very apt don't you think dear?"David's mouth felt suddenly dry. His heart heavy with trepidation.Nothing was ever by chance where Grace de Messembry was concerned.She.