Before he was able to clean up completely from hislast offering to the porcelain altar, he heard somecommotion at the door. Mike and Bill (without an...friends, thankfully) came in without knocking. "Whereare you, Fuck Princess?" The tattoo on his ass wasapparently their nickname for him and Stephanie. Hewanted to hide, but knew that the inevitable was nowhere.His new lovers had enjoyed Stephanie and now knew thesecret of their change. They planned a long, kinkynight. Stephen started to. " Listen Rogigilo, I can't ask you to do this, so let's just forget it and get out of here."Shaking his head no, "Absolutely not. If you can face what you have, than I can face this." Really, it's okay. I've got no choice in what I face, you do. And I would gladly walk away from this if you don't want to jump." No. You are one strong individual Patrick, and ah, I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror if I wimped out. It wouldn't be right. So, no matter how I feel, you and I are. She would have beaten Clemmy the last time but had to cut it short - acting on my orders. We couldn't have Clementine losing face, you see. We know enough about the set up at that prison to know your friend is top dog among the women and she needs to stay that way until we get her out. It would be a disaster for her to lose that status. So Amanda retired from the fight. But she could have won and she will finish it at the first opportunity. Amanda is a proud woman, just like Clementine and she. James threw his head back and moaned quietly. Upon regaining his composure, he realized he had let her head go. Now she was darting up and down the side of his cock, licking the sides with her pink little tongue, and dabbing it with wet kisses of affection. “Tell me, mother,” he started abruptly, gaining her attention. She never took her hands off of his cock, but she did raise her head to hear his question. “Do you like how my cock tastes?”Yet again, that conflicted look crossed her face. It.