. save me!” Hershel groveled to her.“Our love is dead, Hershel. You killed it, years ago ... and now I shall kill you,” Marcy said as she drew h...r flaming sword and smote him dead ... his body falling lifelessly as Bruce watched in shock.Hershel’s corpse then burst into flames, much to my astonishment, but not Marcy’s, as she had seen the consequences before. I was in a daze for a second, until Bruce and Marcy both embraced me. Bruce, evidently, didn’t blame me for what Marcy did to Hershel,. I couldn't do nothing more than sit there and stare back, knowing my smile didn't look half as good as hers. "Ya, well" replied Clarisa "I just thought we would at least have made it to town, Jesus were not even close, you must really need a stiff hard cock." Sandy just looked at her bit her lower lip and slowly ran her tongue over her upper lip. I Had noticed Clarisa make a U turn and head in the direction I was coming from, but I didn't care, my eyes and mind were fixed on the young blond. "Well...i'll see you downstairs, walking out of his room, she purposefully bent over to grab 'something' off the floor, making sure her son got a good look. She smiled, he did."Ok mum what do you need?" Mark asked as he came down the stairs and went into the kitchen, his mother had a stool and was rummaging through the units, he noticed she was wearing a dress and it was flowing freely."Excellent, I need the sugar and milk powder she told him with a smile, she turned to get off the stool and. . Tell me what to do... " That last part rang a little bell of recognition for me. I'd seen it countless times before. Some people get a little shy when they're asking for what they really want, but if you can read between the lines then you can save a great deal of time. Michael, it seemed, with his well paid job, his luxury car, and his long standing wife, had the need to be submissive. It's a cliché that business men enjoy this but clichés exist for a reason. High stress and pressure can.