You’re about to have a day you are never going to forget. Mrs. Ronald Harding. We are going to persuade you to give up on your foolish quest to have...me suspended,” said Venus.“Suspended? I am going to have you and your sister put in prison. There are laws against kidnapping. Police! Police! Help Me!”“Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt. No one can hear you. Your ass is ours for the afternoon,” said Venus as she slapped Lara hard across the cheek.“You struck me, you black bitch,” screamed a. She was by no means fat, but as my mother used to say ‘she’s got meat on her bones’. I thought she looked a good few years younger than Nadine, who’s age I still wasn’t sure about, but the picture gave no hint when it was taken.As agreed, we met up at the ‘Cat & Fiddle’ pub, on the notorious A537 Buxton to Macclesfield road. The A537 is a very twisty, often quite empty, road, favoured by bikers. Sadly, for similar reasons, it is also the most dangerous road in England, so often driven or rode. All my life I had hated the feel of doctor offices and needles, but now I felt nothing. I’d had enough things stuck in me that I felt like a pin cushion. All I wanted were my memories. That was like cupping water to a thirsty mouth, as if my memories of being happy with Caden were enough to heal me. He had been my morning star and I had been the east waiting for him to rise with his brilliance, bring me joy and happiness, the peace of a new day. Caden had been my personification of love. He. One of my hands is around the base of his shaft, slowly twisting and pumping a bit, then drifting down to squeeze his balls, roll them around in my hand, loving the movement, the feel of them so heavy. I slide more of him into my mouth, feeling him hit against the back of my throat. I am enjoying the taste of him, the feel of him, and the power of having him completely subject to my control. I suck on him, roll him around in my mouth, enjoying the taste, the texture. I flick my tongue against.