Use the proper title of respect." I'm sorry, Ms. Bendon." Try again."Anger and despair both flashed in Heather's eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress." Better. ...o, that is not all I want of you. You -- and I am sure, your fellow Harbingers -- have information I want."The urge crept over Heather again. Her fingers massaged her clit with deep, firm strokes that stoked her pleasure in rising waves until she panted and writhed."I want you to tell me everything you know about Victor Mann."Heather opened her. Then he wanted to cowgirl me while the dildo was still in me, now that was a feeling I won't forget as I went in his mancunt the dildo went deeper in me. I kept thinking how amazing it would be if it were a real cock and I longed to have one in my mouth at the same time, (so 3 is the minimum number I think we need for a gangbang). It was so horny watching him bounce on my cock catching glimpses of it and seeing his balls bounce as he wanked, I did cum in him and it was a lot as I had saved it. Everybody’s heard about that one, too.”“I didn’t shoot anybody. I definitely DID get married. We honeymooned Saturday and Sunday in Galveston.”“But there was a shooting. And last week...”“Yeah,” I said sadly. “There was. They’re related. Guy tried to rape me, he’s in jail, his bud came after me with a baseball bat, my husband shot ‘im.”“Wow! All that.”“Yeah, Tony,” I said. “Ups ‘n’ downs. Anybody else know?”He avoided a grin. “Everybody knows.”“Oh, well, beats getting famous for partyin’ all. At first, I did some poses standing and then some on the bed in more sexy looks. After about 15 minutes of pictures, he put down the camera and then unexpectedly started to unbutton his shirt. I immediately asked what he was doing, and he said, "Brenda, I decided I like how you look and I need you to pleasure me babe."I responded that I was straight and no way was this happening. After finishing taking off his shirt, he looked at me. "I don't care if you're straight, queer, or whatever, cause.