He took a deep breath hoping his burning cheeks did not look as bad as they felt and shook her hand. "My name is Tristan." Well hello, Tristan. It loo...s as though we will be working together."There was a scraping of chairs. The back of the class had started to stand. An officer had entered the room. Tristan and Dionysia stood as he walked to the front, stepped up to a podium, and faced them. He made a signal with his hand for them all to be seated. There followed a rustling and more scraping of. She could feel his smile in the dark. “I want your gaze in mine when Margo makes you come. You are beautiful when you come did you know that Nadia? Your sensuality is…. breathtaking. You are going to come in Margo’s mouth and then lick your juices off her lips. Do you understand?” He asked. “Yes.” she answered knowing what he wanted to hear. “I’m going to come in her mouth and lick it off her lips.” She was rewarded with Margo’s tongue again finding her secret button and razing it hard.. As the downward cycle progressed so did his booze intake along with his apathy toward her. The abuse started with sharp subtle comments of blame that stabbed at Angie’s heart and sole. Jack’s abuse slowly advanced physically, internally at first by drinking himself leg less, sleeping in the same cloths he would wear for weeks, and not bathing or grooming for days on end. Self-loathing soon turned his anger outward, spitting at Angie during drunken tantrums, as she helped him off the floor, this. We finally ended up in bed that night after she "accidentally" spilled wine on herself at my place, and insisted on stripping down to her underwear while I put her clothes through the laundry. Things heated up quickly after that and in spite of myself I took the bait.She was wild and loud and aggressive, as I said, like she had something to prove, other than simply wanting to be with me. I think that was the snag, or at least part of it. She wasn't real.After the rear-entry we switched back to.