“I wonder how many died for me,” she said.“Died for you?” Patrius walked over to her and looked at the skull she was touching. “What do you ...ean?”“I ... it...”Darian grabbed her shoulder and shook his head. She shoved him off, but as the words came up, she swallowed them back down. Patrius didn’t need to hear her sad sob story, and the resistance didn’t need to either. No need to make them question her or her motives, no need to make a bad thing worse. She wanted to though. Guilt makes people. I kept up my pretend sleep, and also kept slowly stroking my cock. She cleared her throat quietly, so I peaked out of a barely opened eyelid and she was looking at my hand on my cock. I opened my eyes and she looked up at me, her hands still in the same positions on her exposed body, and she said, ‘I dreamt about you John… did you dream about me?’ ‘I think I’m still dreaming,’ I said She opened the tie on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders as she stood up. She took two steps over to me. Elaine Seymour, leered at it, asking for a closer look. I walked up to her, putting it close to her lips. She kissed the head, running her tongue up and down my piss slit, then pulled the head inside her mouth.One hand stroked my shaft, the other cupped my balls as she bobbed up and down, swallowing more with each stroke. My hands cradled her head as Sara got into position to suck on her coaches twat.Coach Seymour was a tall blonde who wore her hair in a French braid. Looking down at her as she. Of course things could be worse, Fremont considered. Glover, for instance had to find his wife lovers, and often had to bring home young men who he supervised in the office. And then Trellis would turn the young men against Glover, so in addition to being cuckolded, the young guys, often common actuaries or administrative assistants would be taught to tie Glover up and whip him!And as Glover had told Fremont bitterly, this made the young men less efficient in the office. ?Theoretically? Glover.