The first email in her private folder was a reply from Trey to an email of hers in which she thanked him for the lovely Gucci handbag he had given her...and for the lovely supper they had enjoyed together. She also mentioned how much she enjoyed 'everything else', although what that meant wasn't specified in her message. His reply, though, had mentioned their night together, so Kevin knew pretty much what she had been referring to.That first message also explained the handbag she had suddenly. I remove his cock, which is already rock solid out from his trousers. I wrap my hand around his shaft and lick lightly on the head of his cock. I can hear Marissa bitching still, but I tune her out and begin to suck on Aiden’s hard prick. I swallow him until the softness of the tip of him hits the back of my throat. I start a suckling slurp on him, making his whole body stiffen. “Shit! I have to go, babe. There is an emergency,” He growls. He hangs up the phone just as I hear her say ‘don’t you. Harder to remember... I wasn't sure how much time had passed. I heard the roar of the crowd - thousands upon thousands of voices, accompanied by an indecipherable cornucopia of sweet pheromones that suffused the air. It was some sort of open-air auditorium. A great ceremony, a ritual that I could not understand... would I have understood it before... before the treatment?Those crazed, maddening hours came back to me in a flash. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, or how much time I had. Just inside the door, someone behind me slipped an iron collararound my neck, locking it with a snap. My handcuffs were unlocked. "Take off clothes," a harsh voice said. I must have been too slow for them, for I received a smack acrossthe face and felt the blouse ripped off me when I hesitated a moment. The skirt was removed just as quickly. I kicked off the shoes myself, both anxious to get off thoseheels, and to avoid whatever rough method they might use to removethem. I felt.