He asked if I was a cockteasing bitch. I said I was. He slapped my tits, which were red and tender from the men, and I almost cried out, then he slapp...ed my face and told me to shut up unless he spoke to me. He asked me if I was a slut who liked being ****d, and I said I was. He had me suck him off, which I was relieved about with my cunt and ass so sore and aching, then he came on my face and told me to wipe it with my hands and lick it. I got him off quick and gave my usual amazing blow job,. I was three jack and cokes into the afternoon and I started to wonder when Eric would go home so I could try to get things going with Ben. I looked over at Ben and made my sexiest face. He just laughed at me.“Gosh Sarah, whenever you get any liquor in you all you can think about is sex,” Ben said. I blushed. I wasn't a prude, but I didn't usually talk about things like that in front of Eric. Eric laughed.“What do you think about when you get drunk Ben?” Eric asked.“Bed,” said Ben.“A few drinks. Please take off your coat, have a seat and prepare to be astonished."Beall sat and Wainright produced a folded and very official looking document. "Here you are in record time. Unheard of, a fortnight to New York and back with a proper response. I told you Loring was a good record keeper."Beall unfolded the document and looked at the impressive seals it bore. It was obviously a printed, copperplate form that had been filled in by some office clerk. It stated that one James Brookes of Maryland,. He found no way to feel any qualms over his actions. She was a former cultist. She had to be neutralized. The ends justified the means.Elena moaned and went limp as her climax faded, her eyes falling closed. Jason slowly stood, his cock having become rock-hard in intense excitement over what he had done. Whatever lingering guilt may have remained was lost in the triumph that he had done the right thing.Elena turned her head and opened her eyes. They shimmered first in confusion and then need as.