“And with me, O Great One!” Mary assured me, “and to think that I once dared to chide you over ogling Sabrina! Forgive me for that and all other... transgressions against you, my liege.”“There weren’t that many, babe, and marrying Zoe more than made up for them, okay?” I told Mary, even as Eva looked up at me in awe.“My keyholder is the Antichrist? What an honor!” Eva told me while kissing my feet.“My sentiments exactly! What an honor! To be taken by someone like you!” Danielle announced with true. A little to Emily's surprise, she got 149 votes, second to Leonard Pitkin, the candidate running for re-election to one of the two vacant seats. She was comfortably ahead of the 115 cast for Alton Tennant, the deceased council member who was still on the ballot -- either that many voters didn't realize he was dead, or cast votes for him out of respect or habit. Emily figured there were at least 147 people in Bradford besides her and her husband who liked her enough to vote for her, or at least. Greg might even have her panties in his suit pocket right now, Laura’s panties in his pocket and his hand in her crotch, her pussy, her cunt. Dan decided he better go to lunch, too. Where? Maybe he should ask his secretary to lunch? Why not? Why not, because that would be stupid, that’s why not. This is Laura’s day, not yours big guy, just go to lunch and get it over with, put it out of your mind. Dan decided on Gilly’s, not a romantic spot at all. Gilly’s is strictly a guy pub, a sandwich and. "Listen, man, here's what you need to do. You tell her you're fed up. Tell her you need some pussy, dude. Giver her an ultimatum: Tell her either she puts out, or you walk out."Jake let out a breath of half-hearted laughter. "Sure, Matt. I'll get right on that."Matt shrugged. "Hey, you're call, bro. But trust me, if you don't do something, you're bound to never have sex again."And at that moment, the entire group rounded the corner, and entered the back isle of the locker rooms. Coach Ryan.