Like I'd been a short while ago. Happy and floating from havingmy brains screwed silly. The memory of Marcus' grunts and thrustsslipped into my head. ... sighed and leaned back in the seat, wriggling alittle at the mental image.Kris slammed his palm on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it. Will you stopdoing that? It's hard enough as it is."At first, I thought he was talking about driving while angry. Then Ithought maybe he was referring to his fury at me. However, when Iglanced down at his crotch, I. Michael had told me they would expect me to answer all questions unless they specifically asked him a question. I was pretty sure the same would apply to Renée. "Renée Hollander, Lord Constantine."Knowing the Lords and Ladies made me feel better. At least knowing their names on sight did. Lord Constantine of House Xion looked like he was easily the oldest of all those gathered. I felt like I was looking at someone who could easily be my grandfather. Well, if I hadn't already known what my. "Oh...my ass..." Noooo!!!..."It was an amazing sight to see Heather's cute ass stuffed so full with this huge black cock. Then the fucking began. For twenty minutes he rammed her asshole with all ten inches, in and out, in and out, in and out. He was relentless the way he was fucking her tight little ass. Heather was totally out of her mind, hysterical with the pain he was causing, yet she came three times. Her asshole was getting red from being buttfucked so hard and for so long. Sometimes. Maybe under it all I just wanted to maintain the illusion that Sandrine was attainable. If I made a move and she swatted me my mirage would evaporate leaving only dust and disappointment. “Did you play organized hockey?” “Yeah, there was a girls' league, and I played in high school and college. I’ve got my trophy shelf. These days it’s in a women’s league.” “You play hockey now?” “Man, you’re slow on the uptake, Michael. Yeah, there’s a Dallas-Fort Worth women’s league. I’m a right winger. It.