Trish wearing an oversized T shirt of Steve’s him wearing a rugby shirt and a pair of boxers. Trish raised the subject again.“Ste, you know what w... were saying earlier about me making love to another girl.”Steve perked up visibly and looked at Trish as she was sat on the sofa beside him.“Yeah. Have you had second thoughts. I bet I know who it is you want to give one to, it’s that Sophie you work with, I’ve seen the way you always seem to be groping each other when you’re dancing.”Trish blushed. Junior Associate at BBA.”Her heart stopped.And then, a familiar whisper in her ear. Jack.“It’s ok, my beautiful holes. Elena is dead.”“Elena is dead.” She whispered, inaudibly. “I am for you. Fuck me.”Behind her, a cock thrust into her cunt. She squirmed, pulling against the restraints.The voice again. “Scream it louder.”“Elena is dead! I am for you!”The cock in her pussy took her all at once. Fast, hard. She felt it bottom out against her cervix.“Louder.”"ELENA IS DEAD! I AM FOR YOU SIR!”She. It took several hours to work through the lower stem, and then more time to hack off the top. He then stripped the bark off, took the strips of bark and carefully rolled them up, and set them off to the side to dry. Then he went to work with his rope belts. After a bit of creative unraveling, knotting, and splicing, he had made a very functional pocket weapon out of his goose egg rock that could be used as either a slungshot or as a sap.When he finished with the sapling he took some mud and. If you think it'll help."Tiffany looked shocked. I felt like I was in trouble, for some reason.Tiffany laughed nervously and looked around before she said, "Thanks Val, but I was kind of kidding. I don't want to interfere or mess with your relationship. After all if he were to remember sex with me and my hot body, he'd never be able to resist again. He'd be completely obsessed with me. Just ask Stan and Mr. Ben Cage." What? You had sex with him?" I shouted."Shhh. Quiet. I was just kidding. I.