He was about to do a little more work, when his cell phone rang. Surprised, he picked it up and looked at the caller id. It was Eric.Concerned, he ans...ered, “Hello, Eric.”“Thank God you answered,” Eric said.“Why?” Dexter asked taken aback by the Eric’s greeting.“There was an explosion at the office, just a few minutes ago. It’s all over the television, here,” Eric said.“Jesus,” Dexter said feeling his stomach drop to the floor. While reaching for his pink pills, he asked, “Was anyone. ?I replay his final voicemail instructions for today whilst?I curse myself for exposing my mind to the auditory stimulation of My Master's voice,?knowing its effect on cunt will last much longer than the momentary lapse of concentration.?I focus instead on the deep?familiar colour of the?passport sleeve and?long to feel the same sense of pride and security I?usually feel?to be protected by one’s Queen when venturing into new territories. Only this time, my?purpose for travel carried no outward. ” In both stories, Abby was trying to blackmail John’s father, Billy, because she had seen him fucking her mother, Linda. Billy gave her the fucking she’d demanded but turned the tables on her by telling her it was all on video so she couldn’t lie about it. He also lectured her about being such a bitch to people. As you’ll see in this chapter, the message got through.]March 5I was in the band room for our regular Thursday afternoon Concert Band rehearsal, working on getting my lips and my horn. ”“You hurt me baby, but I can’t help myself,” I moaned to him. That was about all the talking we did while we fucked apart from Djioun’s mandatory name calling, and my repeated guttural ‘yes’s’. I left his house afterwards and went home to lick my sores and reflect on the best sex of my life. I definitely had some stretched muscles in my neck and swelling in my throat that made it sore to swallow. My tits and dick hurt from being squeezed and slapped and my ass was a red raw mess. I knew that I.