“And how does that feel, Aislyn?” she asked coolly.Aislyn was rendered speechless for a second. Then she flipped her middle finger at Grace and sh...uted, “You’re disgusting!”Surprisingly enough, Lorraine found her voice and said, “Aislyn, you’ve been outwitted by your brother’s slut. You should shut up now.”Mac shook his head. “And you wonder why I rarely come home!” he said brusquely. “You’re all horrible people!”Marcus cleared his throat. “Quit being so dramatic, McKinley.”They were all quiet. The slight chill was actually kind of refreshing, she thought. It was good to be out of her quarter, not on her knees.This isn’t exactly what she thought concubinage would be like. She didn’t really have any conception of it, although she knew orally pleasuring His Supremacy would play a big role. But she didn’t think it would be like this. She didn’t think it would be such an enormous, almost incomprehensible, challenge.But even more than that, she was lonely. She liked Ellesa, and Dacia, her. ‘What about it sir, why don’t you take seat over here and I’ll get you a coffee,’ John the bartender said to the drunk as he pointed to the other side of the bar. ‘Ok, sure, sorry Train I didn’t mean no disrespect. I’ve been a longtime fan. Saw you play plenty of great games, won some good money betting on you and your team,’ The drunk said before he walked away. ‘Thanks Mr. Thompson, I’m sorry you had to step in,’ John the bartender said. ‘It’s Tommy to my friends John and it’s no problem. You. I stood up too, Sandra gave me a kiss "Mmm, you taste nice." she said and I realised I still had her pussy juice around my mouth.I didn't see much of Sandra for a few days, she spent some evenings with her boyfriend, Pete. He shared a house in town, about a mile away. On Thursday I saw Sandra in the evening and asked if she'd had a good time with Pete. They had gone to a pub on Wednesday evening but before that they had made love for almost an hour. She treated me to a detailed description. She.