She holds it and I see her judgement on her face. Is that real or part of the act? When we play these roles it is hard to tell what is real or not. 'S...pit on my face' I finally beg.Emma moves her head and mouth close to mine. I can feel her warm breath. She then spits over my face. I feel her spit drop down my chin and over my eyes. 'Again' I ask. She spits again and again. Every time I feel it hit my face I am getting even more turned on. The warmth of the spit and the combined humiliation an. Life, it seemed, would go on. In time, some of her crew moved on, while others elected to stay on as part of the Spectre's retinue. Though unintentional, eventually her crew was entirely female, with Joker being the last to depart, returning to active service with the Alliance military. An upgraded EDI now piloted the ship in a synthetic body provided by Cerberus, with whom they maintained a détente after handing over the Collector Base.Her always loyal lover and ruthless master of information,. We played pool together and watched a ballgame or two. On TV, even up at the stadium a couple of times. I liked the bar, it was pretty low-key and there was plenty of girls came in, giving me ample opportunity for one-nighters. New York girls aren't shy.Anyway, this isn't about girls. This is about the time with Jay.We were there late, maybe 2am. Friday night had slipped into Saturday morning and we'd hung on, watching the Olympics live from Beijing. Just the two of us left and Joe, the. We entered that park at 11 in the morning and then looking at her I understood how she was. She was still not able to walk properly. I was happy with it and had an instant hard-on looking at her walking like that. I remembered all the things I did to her and wanted to fuck her, even more, this time. Then we sat on a bench and started talking. I told her sorry for everything I did and told her if she will become my girlfriend again. She said she hates me and doesn’t want to talk to me forever..