To hide myself I went to kitchen and wiped my tears and turned around. She was standing there, we looked at each other for a few moments. I went near ...er, took her face in my hands looking very deeply in to her eyes, I kissed her forehead and she put her hands around my neck and drew me closer. We remained in that embrace for a few minutes enjoying the intimacy and warmth. I did not think anything other than her affection and love. I did not think of betrayal. There was no feeling of guilt but. " She leaned back and removed the pillow, settingit aside. She resumed kneeling, head bowed, staring at his feet. "Look at me." She raised her head and was greeted with twohard slaps, one on each cheek. "Don't EVER send me an email, or a textmessage, or a voice mail or make a phone call telling me you are leavingme. You simply do not have the right. I OWN you. My car does notdrive away on its own. My clothes don't get upand walk off. You are just as they are, mypossession." "I don't ever. Swirling my tongue over and around Liz’s clit, I slipped two fingers between her wet folds.“Now, fuck me now!”I ignored Liz’s plea as she continued to moan and beg. Teasing her with tongue and fingers for what seemed like forever, I finally fucked her with my tongue. Finding her G-spot, I sent her over the edge and Liz screamed out…“Oh Shit, I’m cumming!”Liz arched her back, I watched as her breasts broke the surface of the water. Pressing my mouth against her throbbing clit, I watched as the. An uneasy silence ensued.The Terrorist shook his head, said meekly, “No, I haven’t been reading about it.”“Me neither,” said Chuck, “and since I’ve been here, I’ve had night terrors, but none as vivid as last night.”Marcoba slammed his fist down on the table, rattling it, and cried out, “It’s haunted, this place. The ghosts are speaking to us. Communicating through sleep. We’re on their beds, we’re walking in their graveyard. We’re shitting over their graves, our septic tanks buried in their.