“No,” I replied. “You still get the raise whether you do a show for me or not. I don’t work that way. You can say ‘No’ and still get the r...aise.”Rachel sat in silence, processing what I was telling her. She took a deep breath and forcibly exhaled running her slender ling fingers through her flaming orange, red hair. About that time our salads arrived at the table. Rather than move back to her side of the table, she reached across and grabbed her flatware and her cloth napkin.As we both started. Well, he admitted to himself, “Enjoying” wasn’t really the word for it, but there’s no gerund form of “Schadenfreude” in English.Things went off like a well-oiled machine. If Ethan hadn’t known all the ugliness behind it, he would have said it was lovely. Renee looked happy throughout the whole thing, never once letting her facade slip.During the photographing of the wedding party, the mask slipped a little, but seemingly only when she wanted it to. Some of the looks she gave Ethan through the. Snyder reached for the final tube. This one was larger than the others with a smooth nozzle with a blunted edge. It didn’t take a genius to deduce where it would go. Near the base of the nozzle was a little nub that held a thick needle that ran parallel to the nozzle it was attached to. When angled right, it would stab right into Abigail’s clitoris.The teen starlet’s pleas and sobs faded into the background as the doctor ran the tip up and down the folds of her pussy. He didn’t bother to lube. Ahmed was ambivalent about it either way. Would our families be upset with us for what we had chosen to do (have an interracial c***d); let alone another man's c***d, instead of by me? That was a possibility, but Alicia was especially determined to defy our societies proscription regarding both interracial sexual congress, as well as cuckoldry in particular; which many might regard as 'adultery!' Neither of us accepted those view-points, so for us it was a moot point, but that might not be the.