In the drawer are some white board marker pens. I take one and push it entirely into my pussy. I then remove it. I remove the cap from the maker and p...t it back in my pussy. On a sheet of A4 paper I try to write 'Miss Bush'. I show it to the crowd which cheers. I tell them that is so they can remember my name. I pass it to a man in the crowd. I do about 6 or 7 more which I pass out.Now I recap the marker and push it entirely inside my pussy I show the crowd it's all inside and get another. He could hear the sloshing sounds as Ms Dyers fingered herself behind him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure around his cock. A hand reached his nose, he smelled the strong scent of Ms Dyers pussy on her fingers, they entered his mouth, he sucked them. His balls lurched, "OH FUCK IM GUNNA CUM" Jake shouted. "Cum for me baby" he heard from below. "Fill her up" he heard Ms Dyers softly from behind him, her hands grabbed his hips and pushed them deeper into her friend. That was all he. ‘I know that you have had to deal with a lot but I am afraid that during this time there are a million and one things to do. His funeral will be taken care of so you don’t have to worry about planning it. However as his successor, the penthouse now belongs to me. . . so I need you to get your stuff out tonight.’ Laysea felt like the rug had been jerked out from under her. ‘O-Okay um, where do you want me to put Jason and my stuff?’ ‘You can take some of your clothes, none of the items that were. My smile faded, and my muscles tensed. I would have been very lucky if she decided to up and run away, but I didn’t feel particularly lucky lately. Waking up naked will do that to you.I took a few steps forward to give myself more room to move around, my trepidation forming that blade of light into a shield once more. The cracks were gone, thankfully, though I definitely didn’t want to give her another chance to test its resolve. My thoughts whirled with some kind of strategy.I’ll have to.