Not to mention a pink tight pussy like a fucking mouth ready to suck your cock dry. "Don't tell anyone!" She yells and she's all fucking panicky you k...ow.And I'm like "You kinky bitch!" And she's like "Fuck you Albert! What the fuck were you doing in there?" "Having a wank, same as you!" "Well then... why don't we just fuck instead?" Now I know you're thinking this doesn't sound like realistic dialogue, but how fucking often do people talk like a Tarantino movie? Never. People actually do say. Two small lamps in the living room went on at the same time. A big man wearing biker's colors lay quietly on the floor. He looked like a clone of the one Jack shot in the hip.Tense and naked, Zelda approached the man and squatted down to take his pulse. "He's alive and faking it," she said and slammed the man's face into the floor hard enough to stun him. Jack watched her with admiration as she walked past him, a near strut in her walk.Then Jack became all business. "Asshole, the only reason I. ”Jam gave her a slight bow saying, “Countess, it is a pleasure to meet you.” My fiance has a deep, friendly voice that is pleasant to hear. He is also very handsome. It would be difficult for a woman to ignore him. I don’t.Countess Agnes was polite but ignored me. That suited me since I figured she might have helped in throwing young women at Roger. If she knew the hand I played in Angela’s meeting with Roger, she would like me less. I simply smiled. Her escort, who wasn’t introduced, did lean. “We only have your say so on this,” Sofya hit back.“Feel free to ask Clara, assuming she’ll respond,” Morgana chuckled.“She told me to mind my own business, despite it being a Council request,” Sofya snarled. “I rather suspect she was coached to say it.”“She brought it to me, yes,” Morgana replied. “I simply pointed out that she did not have to as it wasn’t an inquiry into any misdeeds as covered by the convocation of 1921.”“At every stage you undermine the authority and dignity of this.