“Let her suffer for a few centuries before she faces Annihilation.”“Yes, ma'am,” 51 nodded. “And what would you like us to do with her skin?...”“Burn it,” Mark growled. “She'll have no more need of it. Let her every moment be agony.”I was dragged away. “You really pissed them off,” 51 laughed. “Your loss. Ten years ago, they would have just had your soul annihilated. But now, well, Hell has a way of twisting a person. Even them.”Her smile was cruel as a knife appeared in her hand.“Even me. I think. One would think Princeton would have had a live-in maid or butler, but he liked to keep things simple. His housekeeper arrived by 9:00 a.m. and left at 4:00 p.m. during the week. He didn’t want to be bothered or really have prying eyes on his nightlife. He would hire staff if he were hosting a dinner party at his home. He looked out the peephole and opened up.“Hi there,” Princeton smiled.“Hey. Wassup, Mr. Wells,” said the six-foot-one, one-hundred-eighty-five pound visitor.“Come in! And, please. My wife looked gorgeous, she had made a great effort and was wearing a quite short black skirt, a pink satin blouse, through which her black lacy bra was just visible and black holds ups or stockings (I knew them to be hold ups or stockings as she didn’t wear tights) I got them both a drink and we all sat round a table chatting. After a while my wife offered to go the packed bar, to get another round of drinks, so I stayed at the table chatting to her sister. When she returned and had sat down,. “And that short black skirt is to die for, your thighs look wonderful,” Joyce tells me as she kisses me for the first time and expertly slides it down to my ankles.“Standing up or laying down, Sarah?,” Joyce asks as she and Lara alternate kissing me.“Standing up,” I whisper as I stand legs apart, with my hands on the mirrored wall for support.“I told you she has an incredible ass, fucking incredible in that tiny, black, g-string. And she loves it being kissed and licked,” Lara is telling Joyce.