. anger will help you now, then so be it.. go to your people… turn aside their ways…’ Resignation replaced anger as she slowly drew Jolen’s fe...thers from her crest, handing the mementos of his love and trust back to him. She watched as he snapped each quill, her heart slowly breaking with them. Reaching out she rescued the pieces and tucked them into her belt. Impulsively she moved and kissed his lips, needing to touch him in some way that she could carry with her, almost crying aloud as his. "That's the little bitch that got my brother murdered." Who, sweet little Desirée Mitchell? She wouldn't hurt anybody. Couldn't even fight us off that night." Not her. It was Anderson, that black son of a bitch. John fucked her and Clete found out about it. I saw the wounds at the morgue. No dog could make tears in a body like that. Looked more like a bear. But there's no bears hereabouts, even though somebody-Clete-planted dog hair all around. Any idiot could tell it was all phoney, but. “That’s right,” she responded, gripping him harder, using her cunt muscles to squeeze his cock, “ l want to be your dirty bitch, did you hear your Dad call me a slut…did that excite you… watching his big cock plunging into my little body and calling me dirty names…is that what you want of me… you want me to be a slut like those women on the porn sites… that’s it baby…fuck your slut wife…think about tomorrow and all those other cocks that are going to fuck me…is that what you want baby…you want. ‘Yes. Have you had your prostrate checked recently?’ ‘Yes and Doc Boswell said the tests indicate I’m all clear. Now may we go off to work?’ Marlene was back to square one. If the condom of sperm was not for cancer testing, what was it for? Her eyes widened – perhaps her husband was acting as a donor for some poor woman whose husband was infertile? Who could this person be – one of their friends, or more likely one of their friend’s daughter? Marlene realized she was going to have a busy day.