I saw the article in the paper, and... I told them what I'd done." Is that why he did that to you?" Marcus voice was still cold as he tried to work hi... way through the sudden rush of emotions."He... I went after this." Why did he do it?" Shawna asked, having stepped around behind Marcus, trembling slightly against his back."I... He wanted me to bring Hope to him, and I wouldn't." What did he want Hope for?" He wanted to pay her back for writing that article. I came to warn her." She didn't. ”Allie cried helplessly both from pain and embarrassment.“Aggghhh thank you… ohhrrrhh… thank you formasturbating in my ass Master.”The blond kajira managed to get out between her violentsobs. Greg grunted with pleasure and his wanking greweven more wild, his hand going rapidly in and out of theslave’s asshole, stretching it beyond belief and coatinghis hand and cock in the girl’s blood.“What a whore you are, I am masturbating in your rectum,making. “And you’re such a bad girl,” he leered. “Let’s go out on the patio so you can have my cigar.” I raced him out of the room to the kitchen before we headed outside. Rick spotted a bowl of leftover buttercream frosting in the fridge. He pulled me by the arm, dipped his finger in the bowl, coated my lips with the frosting. He took his time sucking and licking it off my lips, making me melt like the frosting did on his tongue. “Mmm, girl, you are one tasty gingerbread girl,” he moaned. “Got some. He was propped on the kitchen stool, one elbow on the counter, sipping a glass of water and watching her. HER glass of water.Giggling, she turned back to the stove, turned the temp down low, set the spoon on the rest, and put the lid on the pot.He admired her as she turned, from her curly reddish hair down to the bare toes peeking out of her frayed jeans.She tried to look mad, looking over her glasses as she walked over towards him."That's MY water" she said as she stopped in front of him,.