Sue stared after her in stupefaction. It had sounded as though she was giving a farewell instruction. In fact it meant a very great deal more. It mean... that she, Sue, could not sit and hold Mark's hand while reading a book, which she had intended to do, but will him with all the affection she could muster to recover. She had never been given such a task. She had been taught to give patience and sympathy but now, by this pint-sized little blonde, she had been told to give love. She was stunned. "Spoken like a true tyrant," Marcus continued with a soft snort. "Attempting to reenact a dark, disgusting past does not mark you as important, just petty and desperate for recognition." So you say," she countered, another subtle movement catching my eye. Just a flick of her hand but the guards around her reacted and I knew we were out of time. "I will be remembered, taught about, centuries from now for my deeds and actions. Can you say the same? I think not. You might be a small sentence when. She thanked him and they headed out for drinks in his car. Again nothing for a while. Finally she sends a text. It read "this can't be real". That was followed moments later with a selfie of her in a bathroom with what appeared to be every bit of twelve inches of semi erect black dick.I was losing it. I wanted to jerk off so bad. I was on edge waiting for another message. She finally sent another text, " gagged with only half in my throat".I replied "drink it. Tell me what he tastes like". She. I moved over to the sofa and gently caressed Hannah’s beautiful arse, playfully dragging my fingernail over her hole and then giving her cheeks a playful smack. Then I decided to reach over to Claire and took her now pink teats between my fingers and thumbs. Twisting them until I got a reaction, I savoured their rubbery feel. Remembering some of the things that Tom had done to me, I pulled them in opposite directions, pleased with the yelps and mewing that came from Claire. It must have pleased.