He opened, emacs and began writing his newest story, taking his mind off the poor bloke out on the motorway."It was a dark and stormy night," he began...writing.No sooner had he finished typing that first sentence that Zmail beeped, alerting him to new email.He opened his mail and read it, one by one.SubLady wrote, > Your Cum Sponge story got me so wet! i'd love > for a Man to use me like that.Next, CruelDominatrix wrote, > your toilet slave stories are wonderful. you > definitely. He hoped that for one month, those things will be willing to wait."Good, little Zax, here, place your hand on the violet stone. Don't do anything else. Internally it already has too many fractures. With your body fitness level it won't be difficult for you to break it by mistake, and until I tell you, don't try to inspect it with your Soul Sense". Laivien laid out the first guidelines.Zax complied. Laying his hand on the violet stone, he felt water like smoothness and cold. It was as if he had. Laurel alternated between both breasts as she held on tightly to Sandy’s wrists, her breath searing into her skin as she suckled her nipples suggestively between her lips. Sandy arched her back and pressed her left breast wantonly into Laurel’s hot mouth, her lips parting as she moaned breathily, “Oh god Laurel…” As intense as Laurel’s touch was, her departure was even more abrupt, Sandy’s breath expelling from her throat in a gasp as Laurel sat up and grabbed a handful of Sandy’s curls before. ” She placed her hand on her stomach at her husband’s words and sat up, wincing as she did so. It didn’t take DeadShot long to quickly pull his clothes on and he moved to her side of the bed, helping her to stand. Cloud leaned against him, clad only in one of her satin nightgowns and shivering even in the heated room. Her arms found their way around DeadShot’s neck as he picked her up and carried her from the room they shared. “It’ll be okay…” DeadShot grabbed his trench coat and threw it.