“Oh!” Chrisanne propped herself up on her elbow, staring at Iris. “More,” she begged, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth swollen. “Give me mor....” Iris gave her another finger, stroking deep in her hot pussy, the slick sound of the fuck washing over her ears, grinding her hips into the sheets.“Yes…” Chrisanne moaned and dropped back into the blankets. “You’re so fucking perfect.” She gasped again. “So perfect…”She fucked Chrisanne deep and slow with three fingers until the muscles of her arm. I believe you have met my nephew.”“Don’t you got nuttin I can put in my mouth or sumtin to at lease allow me to push da buttins on da remote?” DeMarcus asked one of the nurses. “You bitches always putting on some soap ahprah shit den turnin da volume up so loud I can’t even sleep thru da borin shit.”It had been one month and six days since DeMarcus had regained consciousness in the hospital. Once the doctors were sure that there were no infections, he had surgery performed to suture the skin. Except Evan didn't play that very well so he would spend hours grilling her on what she thought of this or that, her opinion of what that person did or what that group thought. He had her try new hobbies, painting, photography, decorating, even singing. She liked some of them but not enough to keep it up on a regular basis.Then one day he handed her a book and told he to read it and tell him what she liked or disliked about it. Now reading was something she had never done for pleasure. Some. Oblivious to the daggers piercing his from the intense stare behind him he never flinched but expected the next response. ‘How dare you asshole may I remind you that you were the one that chose to kidnap me so before you start making threats remember what I can and will do if I feel like it.’ Ah the ‘A’ word Matt has become accustomed to it for so long he’s made several head turns of the direction every woman’s direction that uttered it. It’s become a second name for him he even thought of.