" She needed it. So badly.Feef smirked, the tugging of her own need under control now, allowing herto take some amusement from the little sluts fate. ...It's ironic. This isthe same fate you handed me..." Feef considered Layla as she stood in thedoorway. The new gynoid more than deserved her fate.Feef took one last look at her former master, the man on the bed. Shecould have escaped into Jax's body. But she had no desire to be asociopathic bastard, no matter how much fun it might be to take. Leaning down he examined the cold, flat, unforgiving monitor. Striking a random key, his screen saver vanished revealing his latest work. Henry sighed deeply.Two months now at this summer retreat and he had still only managed a few paragraphs. This writer's block was devouring him piece by piece. What would be left of Tom Henry Allen III if he couldn't write anymore?Rubbing his eyes, Henry avoided the self-aimed question and decided it was time for a shower. On his way, he noticed a note on the. Clean (unlike my place). Simple but comfortable furniture. While I was taking inventory, she came back in a red gown, slit on both sides, and a short jacket with short sleeves. She sat down next to me on the couch, and we started kissing again. It seemed like the purpose of the jacket was to come off, because it slipped off quickly and she made no effort to replace it. The gown was cut low in the back, with spaghetti straps. When she moved, it barely constricted her large, lovely breasts. I. He was getting an erection alright, well if the photograph of him looking ridiculous in a pair of Speedos I never knew he had is anything to go by. His face was hidden of course but it was him alright. He was reading all these sexy stories and had loads of them he put in his favourites along with favourite authors. I felt cheated and betrayed. In his biography he said he hated stories about wives who cheat but said he was interested in friends, sex and women. Well it felt like the bastard was.