This is all about us. I just have to do whatever it takes to secure our future. Honey, this is all about survival. If we're going to make it, if we're...going to have the kind of lifestyle that we want, we're going to have to get down and get dirty. We're both going to have to put up with and do some things that we don't like. But in the end, we're going to win. So, while I may not personally like Constance; I actually think she's a spoiled little bitch and she always was. But if I have to put up. And, of course, how she got there. The last I had heard from Simone was that none of her team was even going to be at this other party. But, then again, I had thought this party was going to be at another location entirely. As I was trying to put it all together, I looked at the stage. The white woman in the cloak had moved to the floor of the stage, probably kneeling, but under the cloak she could have been crouching. It was impossible to know. What was clear though was that The Cock had moved. One cannot escape ones mind. But what had changed? Had the sun not come up? Was there a protest on the doorstep protesting the natural order of the world? The answer was clearly no, and it was that answer in my head that made me feel better. Who would ever know? No one, David wouldnt tell a soul. People would think he was just as bad or worse. Of course. He would be the whore and taking advantage of his drunk virgin sister, but what would I do about David? There would be awkwardness. Words. You look at the screen saw an email open with a video of you fucking the black bully. Your first though was that bastard recorded me and then your thoughts turned to why your boyfriend was watching this with his cock out. You woke him up and asked what the hell was going on. He told you after he got home from buying you flowers four hours ago. He saw an email with a live streaming video attached to it that was saving to the computer as it streamed. When he noticed what was going on in the video.