The daughter that was guaranteed to be mine by my ex-fiancée was allowed to be adopted by another guy, a rich guy, I had a record as a murderer. And ...no kid of my own.Of course, I did have my Sarah, which was kind of a faux-kid, I guess. I mean I could kinda pretend. But, in the end, nada.I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again, not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of. In the past Zax already shared portion of his thoughts when he accompanied his Master and Grandmaster Kartion in the pursuit of the Three Stages Of Hyper Physique, back when it was named the “second phase of the Seven Stages Of Bodily Refinement”. Now that it became a technique based on the absorption of attribute’s essence and attribute energy, it would not have been pretentious of him to take the initiative to ask for the second stage’s template.“Little Zi, are you going home?” Zax. I played with my hard clit, rubbing it, making the rest of my pussy ache. He always did this too, I remembered. Playing with my clit until I could barely take it anymore, my pussy grinding against his hand and soaking wet. I pushed my jeans down further, until they were completely off. I rolled onto my stomach and ground my clit against the floor, making me squirm. I could feel the first wave of orgasm coming, barely having even touched myself. Imagining my guy on top of me always had that. “That was not a question”. Her soft, wanting voice pierced his heart even as his hands spread her naked pussy lips. So dark pink. Of course, it was dark pink, said that empirical part of his brain still extant, she’s aroused and oh...fuck his fingers sunk into her, stroking her clit, her tight needful cunt gripping his two probing digits with desperation.“Say it, Lieutenant. Say it. Say that you want me to fuck you. Now, here, now.” The fuck did that come from, screamed his brain. She’s.