He looked at herwild-eyed and begged for help. ?It?s too late, little boy,? she saidsadly. ?I can?t help you, no one can, you?re doomed to float about...mmobile forever.??It?s a very ugly story, Emily, and I can tell you enjoyed it immenselythough I found it infinitely depressing.??William, you?re that little boy. You are coated with your babyhood justlike the little boy is coated in his amber, there will be no release, mylittle darling? Like the little boy, you should never have wandered soclose. You killed Igor and I hold you to blame for that. You pushed him instead of letting him do what he needed to do." I tried to stop him from killing innocent women and children," I said with a sigh."A slaver's family isn't innocent," Anastasia declared coldly. "They all should have died." That may be so from your perspective, but it's not from mine," I replied firmly, "and before you get on about me never being a slave once more, that's not really true. The people who sent me here gave me the. All prim and proper, but what you really want deep down, is a nice hard cock inside you. Isn’t that right?”My eyes went back to the picture of his cock. It was so hard… I wondered how it’d feel. Smooth and velvety I bet… How it would pulse and throb in my hand…“No, that’s not true,” I lied. “I only think of making love to my husband.”“Pull your panties aside, Anna. I want you to put the toy against that naughty pussy of yours, with nothing getting between you.”I should hang up. Stop this. As I walked in I looked at Jessica’s butt glimpses of her firm cheeks being exposed as her low robe rode up slightly. The apartment was actually quite nice, and as I entered I was greeted by the sound of Kenny G’s sax. On the glass coffee table were two glasses, one of them filled with Champaign. Jessica led me into the lounge where she took the glass of bubbly and sank into the oversized sofa. ‘Why don’t you help yourself to a drink’, she offered. I did so, and then sat next her, after.