"Much better than the woman in dad's videos. It's no wonder he's a changed man." I've not seen the videos but I can imagine what they're like. They're... all acting and their idea of acting is simply crap." ... This is how you make a woman come," Karen said slipping three fingers into Helen's flooded slit. "Give her something she can feel in her cunt."Cyril watched in amazement as Karen curled her thumb into her palm and quickly stabbed her whole hand into Helen's gaping gash. With slow. Worthless. Recyclable. Fleeting in existence. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Worm food. Soon forgotten. Soon nothing. A pinprick in the eternal star chart. The rolling pin drives deep in one last final surge and I slump to my conclusion around its machine-crafted form. "Bitch." I woke regretful. I woke ashamed. I woke aghast at the madness that had consumed me. Every tiny movement was painful, even breathing seemed to send slithers of hurt racing from my chest to my sleep-thick brain. I. " "You liked it?" I asked incredulously, as I poured hot coffee from the silver pot into a china cup and added sugar and milk. "No!" she exclaimed, "Definitely not but it was hardly normal!" "Eat your toast," I suggested. I still fed her the strips of toast, I held the coffee cup for her and she quietly wanked herself as she ate. She seemed delightfully soft and fluffy as she pleasured herself, a world away from the money grabbing bitch of yesterday's Tribunal, and as she drained the last. Little did Charity know that some poetic justice was heading her way… and where her “encouragement” was going to lead Suzi to later on? I myself was optimistic at the beginning of our talks on the topic that Suzi, despite her serious concerns, never outright disqualified Patrick as a choice to join us for her threesome… like I had first thought she possibly might. Even with her serious reservations about Pat’s past lack of discretion concerning his sex conquests, I got the slight impression.