Aaron was in the process of draping his shirt on a wooden valet along the wall; the robe, he then threw over the top. Marion eyed the thing, bemused -...she'd been under the impression that furniture such as this was an affectation of the rich. She looked around the room, expecting to finally find Mama's imprint, but, no, the slight (VERY slight) disarray and patina of dust said 'male', clearly - Aaron might have a maid or a cleaning lady, but he didn't have anyone too officious overseeing his. I realized weeks ago that I might not have the strength to commit such an act at this point after sustaining so many wounds. I had taken the blade off the bowie knife and embedded the back end into a beam in the center of the room. I had also attached two handles on either side of the beam. I would either ram myself into the blade or get into position holding the handles and force my body onto the it. The scene would be a glorious medieval semi final act before the end. On the front of the beam. But now she loved the texture of the hot throbbing organ when it was in her mouth and had even learned to love the taste of Black cum.Tonight she was being taken to her first customer. However, it was explained to her that this wasn’t a normal customer since he didn’t have to pay to fuck her. Her customer tonight was Jordan James, one of her high school teachers. She hated Mr. James. He just openly stared at her when she walked into his class. She could tell that he was undressing her with his. She joined, only to find it was a hostile environment for a single woman and she seldom used its facilities. Over time, she indulged herself with occasional male companions and her lusty appetites became the underground talk of the business community. She never lacked for willing companions for any social event. Eleanor had come from a conventional middle-class family. Her father and mother lived in a modest three bedroom home in the University District and he earned his living as a professor.