. It was Xanadu itself that had so far proven to be elusive, more than merely elusive, impossible. Why the story was so intriguing, why it was potent...ially so important was that Jane had no idea of. What was Xanadu? No one seemed to know or, at least, was willing to tell. Jane’s most important rule for herself as a journalist was to never go to an interview unprepared, to always already know the answers to the questions she was seeking to confirm. But, so far, all her work, all her research. Deflowered like the fag she turned me into!Mistress positioned me so that i was facing her on my hands and knees as Master Michael knelt behind me,Mistress continued to verbally humiliate me as she ran her hands all over my body,knowing this combined with her removing my chastity for the first time in months would make me very hot and bothered and follow ANY command she gave me!Mistress stayed in front of me,petting me,carressing me,verbally humiliating me,calling me pathetic and nasty. There will be strange plants in Mrs. Evans? garden comespring. The black guy was still steadily fucking Susan from behind, calling hera dirty whore with obvious pleasure. It then occurred to me that Mrs. Evansalways used to be so loud while masturbating. But now I couldn?t hear a thingcoming from her. Then Inoticed she had some of her clothes on. Not as in ?been undressing in a hurry?.More like ?clothes ripped off her? type of look. She had her blouse on, but itwas torn and I could see her. Ingrid loved hearing all her body's sounds while she fed and her pussy kept up with each new moan. The other customers in this darkly lit cafe would look around trying to see where these lewd noises were coming from. Underneath My table, with the tablecloth covering this hungry vessel who was harvesting My next load they didn't see her kneeling, sucking, being such a slutty little girl. The girl in the table next to Mine stared at Me while she ate her salad, her nipples growing slowly under.