" Cassandra knew when he used the term 'counselor' to address her it was usually about something serious. She wondered if he even realized that was th... case."There was a man from New Jersey..." A hypothetical one?" Yeah, and this hypothetical man from New Jersey was the toughest kid in his neighborhood growing up and he was always used to getting his way. Whenever he's thwarted he behaves badly. He managed to stay out of trouble, but most likely because he didn't get caught, or family money. Her breathing was getting heavier, more ragged. She could feel it, the heat and tension building. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets above her head. His balls slapping against her, he knotted his fingers in her hair and yanked. Hard. Her chest lifting, flushed. She cried out as he bit and sucked on her exposed neck, furiously marking her. His thrusting grew more frantic, she could feel he was close to cumming too. Tensed, Toby was ready to empty his balls as soon as she... “FUCK!”. She still had no explanation for this. Perhaps her mischievous stepbrother John was behind it, or maybe she had caused it herself with self induced hypnosis. Normally, she would just have confronted John about it, to learn the truth. Things were not normal between them, especially after yesterday when he had found her nude masturbating in his room. Everything felt awkward. The subject of her masturbation had been a magic vision of Maria using the ivory dildo they had found in the Beckomberga. Luke looked at him, his eyes blank, and said nothing. ‘Come on mate… let’s get you home. You’ve had enough.’ ‘No. I’m going to the ‘crem’.’ ‘Luke, you’re crazy. Don’t do this to yourself.’ The anguish in his voice was genuine making the minister’s curiosity rise a few notches. Luke shook his head stubbornly. ‘And how do you think you are going to get there?’ ‘Drive.’ ‘You’re not driving anywhere in that state.’ ‘Watch me.’ He shook himself free of all the hands and took a step toward the gate,.