”“You mean like when Rich had his hands all over your ass? Mindy is my therapist and nothing more.”“Bullshit! I’m not blind—and Rich is th...t way with all the wives, you know that.”“Well, you finally got your wish. No more motorcycle and no more club. I should have listened to you in the first place.”“Why do we need to quit the club?” she asked.“The way I see it, with no motorcycle, why do I need a motorcycle club?”“You can buy another one.”“Says the woman who hated motorcycles. Did it escape. ‘My sister, Lace-she would have been able to see me.’ Abby knew this was a lie, but was hoping she would back her up. ‘Where did you obtain this tapestry?’ it was Leon again, the kindness still in his voice. ‘Tape-.. The silk? It was in my sisters’ room when I got home.’ Abby had panic tinged in her voice by this point, she knew something was amiss. ‘Does she have many of these items?’ it was a faceless guard, his voice echoed and muffled by his mask. ‘No…’ Abby was now on full alert, her brain. Mage, if we are through for good ... I swore I would accept it if someone made her happy, so please, Maker, let him be good to her. She deserves more.I glanced at her again, a lance of pain shooting through me. She was so beautiful, and I ... was just a bastard. Nobody. I had nothing to offer; perhaps pushing her away had been the best thing I could have done. For her, at least.With a gasp, her eyes shot open. She tried to sit up; I twitched, but he got there first, holding her hand and. Thank you." And off he went out the side door. I meanwhile was still being silent and was to content swishing his load around in my mouth to thank him for the compliment. I continued to busy myself with his load until I heard the last guy that agreed to show up for the day. I swallowed the diluted cum/spit combination and readied myself. You see this guy is a chubby black guy that sent a pic of his cock in the email, and lo and behold, this man was easily 11-12 inches long and very thick with a.