Getting sober, I’d learned out to tough my way through the cravings. Gripping the sink like the edge of a cliff, I waited for the demon to hush.When...I got back to my table, I flipped the photo over without looking at it and turned to the box. I wanted to get rid of the contents quickly before something else sucked me in. Curiosity got the better of me, though. As I fed the shredder page after page, I had to know some things. Yes, the photo was of Laura Buono, taken by the husband who strangled. I gagged at the force of him entering my throat and pulled my mouth off of him. I jerked his cock as my tongue went down and licked his balls. I needed a break and was buying time. Instead he stood up and asked me to do the same. His huge cock was pointing straight up between us. My breasts were exposed as well. He spun me around and pulled off my panties. I knew what he wanted but was not sure if I was ready. I positioned myself on the sofa, grabbing the back of it and bracing for. You can’t tell me that you would have chosen to role-play tonight, but you did it anyway.”“Well, no, it wouldn’t have been the activity I would have picked, but I wanted to have sex with you again and I figured that made it worth it. There was something in it for me. That didn’t make it a compromise. That was just my dick saying, I want to play with Libby, and this is the way into her pants again,” Mark said rather crassly.Libby shook her head. It’s funny how he didn’t seem old, until he was. ” She looked at the dark red liquid in her glass as the tears started to flow.She took a tissue from her pocket. “I’m sorry.” She tried to smile. “I’m just not very good at this breaking up stuff.”Looking concerned, Case came around the table and pulled her to her feet. He put his arms around her as she pressed herself against his chest. Her tears continued.“Anastasia, we’re still going to be friends, aren’t we?”She looked up, and tried to smile through the tears. “Case, you do understand.