But, as she came to realize that his actions in the last two days had not been drunken rampages but rather coldly calculated rage, all directed toward... her, huge drops ran down her cheeks and periodically her body would shake uncontrollably as she sobbed.She had never met the girl Susan but she worried for her. No one deserved the fate which she herself had suffered. Yet, if she called the girl, it would probably mean the police, maybe even Kyle being arrested. And when he was finally released,. He’d been sleeping for hours and he guessed it must be early morning. What had woken him was his aching and itching prick. It was as hard as a rock and he needed to relieve that amorous itch by sliding it inside one of his sensual mistresses. He felt around and recognized Elyse by the shape of her small tits. Elyse woke to a demanding kiss. His tongue slipped into her sour mouth. She’d sucked him to completion just a few hours before and she could still taste his seed that he’d pumped down her. He was playing her. He wanted something. But what? Sex? The paintings? What the damn hell did he want? Why would he come to goddamn London in the rain and show up at her apartment door? He wasn’t in love with her. He couldn’t be. He didn’t know anything about her.“What do you want, Lane?” Her voice was even.He drew in a breath.“I don’t know.”“Shouldn’t you have thought about it before showing up here?”He looked at her, finally, the ghost of a smile on his face.“Maybe.”God, he was so attractive.. I am yours.”Jill smiled at Helen and said, “You need to clean up your Master so he can do Wendy. Then I will take you in the shower, and then you can sleep your new Master tonight.” Without hesitation Helen took my shaft in her mouth and cleaned all of her juices off my shaft she said, “That should do it, it’s even hard again and ready for Wendy.”Wendy smiled and said, “Jill, I would like this squirting little slut beneath me when Jeff takes my holes. I am a squirter too. When Jeff finishes.