It was part of what helped convince me that what she said was true.I saw Danielle’s wedding day and though she didn’t see it herself that day, I n...ticed how the others looked concerned. Knowing how her soon-to-be-Ex treated her, I now understood why I saw that. I was worried about what her husband would think or do if or when he found out about us.I went through each set of memories I had gained from each girl. All of them gave me insight I needed to better understand her. It was like my power. Your hand twists into my hair and I gasp as you jerk my head up and point out my new friends, as you call them. There are probably five or six within my view and I get the feeling that they aren’t planning on playing nice. And I know full well that you don’t, either.Fingers lift my skirt around my waist to expose my ass and I’m no longer sure if they are yours. My head still pulled up, I watch everyone moving closer and hear them discussing their plans for me as if I were nothing. Your voice. That was the first time she’d ever had me eat her pussy in that position and I really got off on it. It made me feel as if she was forcing me to suck her. I liked that. I found that I liked the idea that she could dominate me and do whatever nasty thing to me that came to mind. And before I left that night I had eaten her out in two more positions. One was with her sitting on my face so that the dark, round softness of her beautiful black ass was pressed against my cheeks and my nose was buried. Confidence would come with more experience, but until then, I’d be the pathetic slut on my knees, begging for it. Well, that was fine; more than fine. Brock saluted to me, then turned the salute into a blown kiss. I caught the metaphorical lips, and brought them to my crotch with a smirk. He laughed, then kicked his heels into the bull’s flank, and raced to the front of the column. Zander nodded toward me as he trotted away, and Yavara waved, her neck craning to see me until she was gone. “Why.