No one knows when it went missing or who may have had a hand in it. In all fairness, though, not a lot of information exists about that time." Black R...ose, did Sinthar sit on the Rose Throne?" Aaron asked."Yes, My Lord," Black Rose replied."Alright, Black Rose, did Sinthar hide the throne?" Aaron asked nonplused."I was not in the palace at the time of the throne's disappearance," Black Rose replied matter-of-factly."Black Rose... , never mind," Aaron started and stopped, clearly exasperated.. ” She then repeated the same message in English, “Amanda is here for you. You are safe.”“Amanda?” came a small frightened voice, followed by a second then a third and finally a chorus of little girl voices shouting her name as they moved toward the open door at the back of the truck. The girls were still wearing their tropical school uniforms which consisted of baggy cotton shorts that came to their knees, button-up cotton blouses with a pocket above the left breast, and canvas loafers for. I had trusted her, given her that inner core that defines a person. If only her actions had matched her words!I did still love her — she had been my life. Love isn't like a switch that could be turned on and off. But I remembered reading from a book years ago by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, "I know a love may be revived which absence, inconstancy, or even infidelity has extinguished, but there is no returning from a dégoût given by satiety." And that's what I kept coming back to: the excess of. I was aching again between my legs as my wet fingers wrapped around his shaft. He didn’t prod me, only watched as my tongue kissed his thick head and I let out a small moan. He chuckled at my sluttiness but I had much better things on my mind. My lips met my fingers as I stroked him. Tasting my cum, and the cum of my two rapists on him was shamefully exhilarating. That became clear as my enthusiasm grew and he had no issue commenting on it.My hands moved down to the base of his shaft as my.