" "I love you so much." "I know Jeanne, I love you too." Abby said, "Michael, when you come home maybe the three of us could play together like you, A...y and Mel play." Jeanne said, "I think he'd also like to watch." "Is that true Michael? Would you like to watch me eat your wife's pussy?" "Oh yes." "Amy, as soon as Michael gets home we have got to visit them." "Yes Mel we do." Mel asked, "Abby when we visit could you invite Mark and Bobby to party with us?" "They'd love that. They like kinky. "Everyone will want you...and everyone will have you....but not the way you're used to" he added. "By the time I reconstruct your throat...and modify your body a little bit, you won't be able to run again, ever!" "Theres 6 butt plugs in there" Marcus explained to his goons. "The smallest one is bigger than he's ever taken before...by tomorrow when I come to pick him up..... I want the biggest one...in his ass" As the two goons literally dragged the kid away, Marcus sat down to his. I’ve heard about their parties for a long times, but have never went. This party was held at a newly renovated venue of theirs called the “DC Speakeasy.” Upon entry, there was a sign outside the door of the building that said “Fleamarket” which I found quite humorous. I immediately knew that was code for that is where the party was taking place.When I went inside, I walked down a narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was an elder gentleman who happened to be the founder of Bi-Weekly. I can't do it - I musn't. The littany pervades my thoughts as I open the door to the office suite and the plush carpet meets the high heels adorning my feet. The swish of my stocking encased thighs resounds in my ears as I make my way through the silent hallway past offices praying that one of them holds a presence. Just one person would stop me from doing this insane act. But, to my chagrin, there is no one. It's just me.....and you.I stop at my office long enough to throw my purse on my.