I’ll take responsibility.”“Is that just something you’re saying, Mr. Cockrell, or do you mean it.”“I mean it. I’ll try to make things ri...ght.”Jake restored his vision.“Good. Now let’s talk about how you’re going to do that.”“What can I do?”“Let’s start with you sharing her shame.” Jake activated feelings of shame in Cockrell and turned them up high.“Stop it. What are you doing to me?”“That’s what shame feels like, Mr. Cockrell. It seems fair to me that you should have to endure it since you. I had followed you home, and when I saw the lights and you running up the beach, I got scared. Until I heard you question her presence and tell her she’s not your wife any more. I was going to come in when I heard Jenny come up. I stayed hidden while I watched, and waited. Then I saw her kiss you and if Jenny hadn’t gone in, I would have.”“Were you serious about ripping her lips off?” asked Don.Angel looked deep into Don’s eyes and said, “What do you think?”Don knew by the dark look in Angel’s. Hertongue was working the underside of my shaft and my swollen purple headwas being stimulated by top of her mouth.She was warming up very well indeed, her mouth was already used to thesize of my penis; soon she would learn far more! But for now the use ofher pretty little face was enough. However I had some more plans for herthis evening; time to see just how deep she can really go?"Get up bitch," I commanded, simultaneously removing my cock and pullingher to her feet by her pony-tail."Onto. He was a good-looking boy; he could have his choice of the schoolgirls I saw hanging round. I imagined him leading one the pretty young girls, with their long hair, firm young tits and tight arses, behind the bike sheds. I could just see Keith unzipping his grey flannel trousers and getting out his huge erect cock. The girl, Vicky or Karen, would giggle, turn her back, bend over and lift her pleated skirt. She'd pull down her pure white panties and show him her cunt."Go on Keith, you can fuck.