Dalia's voice cracked as she tried to speak, not certain of what she would say anyway.Susan raised her fingers to Dalia's lips silencing her and Dalia... felt her warm breath strike Susan's palm. She fought back a tiny moan and settled for exhaling.They stood, watching each other, breathing together, until Susan took Dalia's hand in hers, turning to walk away. Dalia followed, afraid of where Susan was leading her. Afraid not to go.They followed the hallway down, turning into Susan's bedroom. The. I could have injected myself into the middle of this debauched scene – my wife being spit-roasted by a couple of supposedly respectable black teachers. I could have headed over to her, somehow getting Freddy to extract himself from Jill’s throat, kissed her and checked she was okay. But every moan Jill made and every spasm of her beautiful body told me there was no need.With a moment of total clarity, I knew this was all about Jill filling the gap left by Chris. Going full circle back to what. Something witty. Or perhaps he should use a different word to describe the former Chancellor of the Exchequer? Then again, 'cunt', unlike 'bastard', 'motherfucker' or 'arsehole', possessed exactly the degree of contempt that Psychlone wished to express.When his lyric was conveyed from his laptop along with the software-generated symphonic orchestration to his hundreds of millions of downloaders, he knew that a little word like that could propel it into the international chart of the top one. Beginning with my face, and gradually working his way down my body, hefinished by inserting a gloved finger into my anus. Though highlyunerotic, the feeling of being penetrated still made my unwanted penisjump. Removing his finger and the gloves, he told me I could sit up oncemore and redress. He continued wordlessly tapping away at his keyboardfor a moment, and for some reason I could see color beginning to rise inhis cheeks.Finally he turned to face me, his face red. "Well Miss Tanner,".