There was quite a crowd at the park. That will cause problems." Well, it was a beautiful Sunday!" Elaine pointed out. "Probably half the town was ther...."I pulled the pillow off my face. "You're not helping! How could you have done that to me?"Pillow back over face."You could have used your safe word anytime," Elaine reminded me.Pillow off face -- it is hard to fulminate effectively through a pillow. It kinda takes the edge off. "Oh sure! And Mom would have lost her bet and she'd be your. Money. Money to try to salvage their reputations — to cast doubt that they’d been paying for sex. Rough sex.Thatcher’s attorney, a star from Los Angeles, Gloria Allen, was fighting too. Given Allen’s hourly rate, Thatcher must have squirreled away a considerable sum from her sideline venture. Hidden somewhere that Asset Forfeitures hadn’t yet uncovered.I had no sympathy for Thatcher. None. Zero. But I did have a professional curiosity about why Allen wanted to see me. Okay, nosiness.I met with. He starts it on the highest speed. The feeling is amazing! My asshole filled up and my clit being played with! Plus, I still feel on the turning point from last time he brought me close to orgasm. And the best part - I can't do anything about it. After a minute, I already feel building up. He starts flogging. "Count, slut!" "One, sir. Two, sir. ... Twelve, sir. ... Twenty seven, sir. Twenty eight, sir. Twenty nine, sir. Thirty, sir. Please, may I cum, I can't hold it, sir, please I beg of. "I am some kind of candidate and for what I have no idea." Speaking of which, what was that amulet?" Tristan asked, pointing."My mother gave it to me right before she died," Graydon replied while fingering the amulet. "She received it ... she received it from The Soulsmith on the day I was conceived." On the day you were conceived?" Tristan asked before his eyes opened wide. "Oh! I am sorry, Graydon, I did not mean to bring up old wounds." It is all right, Tristan," Graydon replied and sighed..