He sat there silently listening to me, his face set in a frown and when I finally wound down he said nothing at all, just looked at me with one eyebro...w raised."I'm... I'm sorry Max," I sobbed after a few minutes of his silence, "I'm sorry for being a lousy mother, I'm sorry for being a lousy woman, but most of all I'm sorry that it hurt you." You really mean it!" Max whispered in a surprised tone, "Christ I never thought you cared about me at all." I care," I sniffed, "I just can't seem to show. ”“No Please”, I said with tears running down my face but accepting that there was nothing I could do to stop this.By the time Jerry had everything ready, there was a crowd inside the little room and standing at the door. I tried to focus my mind on anything but was what was about to happen and noticed this older biker looking man staring into my eyes. As I was staring at him, I noticed his hand at his crotch and he was rubbing on the outside of his stained and torn jeans. Then I let out a huge. “Try to take him missionary” Ann suggested. Moving her bum to the edge of the couch she leaned back. Max took the hint. Obviously Ann did this with him. He mounted her, his hips thrusting furiously. Millie squealed as Max’s cock found its mark. “Oh yes” Millie yelped as he tried desperately to tie with her. “He can’t get his knot in me” Millie mumbled. Ann chuckled “I know sweetheart” she said “but he will keep trying. Don’t you love it?” Millie moaned “Oh yes. God yes”. Normally Max would tie. " I started to say more, then swallowed the words. She peered at me from the corner of her eyes. "So, what, you came here to gloat? To insist that you're actually the most benign dictator the court has ever seen? Because, let me tell you, Frank, I just don't fucking care." "No," I said. "I've come to-" Brianna shook her head. "No, really, I don't care. At all. I'm sure I was wrong about you, in all kinds of ways. Great. Swell. I was wrong about a lot of things. Probably even deserve this fate..