“Imagine four hands on your body, two mouth at your tits, two dicks inside you. Think about it for a moment. I'll have a piss.”And with that he le...ft me with Ryan on the sofa.“He knew?” I asked dryly and he shrugged. “You should know him by now. It was his idea.” “Thought so”, I murmured and sighed.Thinking about it sent a shiver of longing through my body. It would feel good. At least that was was I imagined.“Did he tell you something else?”“That you are very quiet, that you like being fucked. ”“It’s what I do, and it’s what I’m good at.”“And as for what happened to the old building, you and I are square. Between what you did to the Herald family and those two lackeys, I sleep soundly at night, knowing that I have my vengeance. Duchess Herald may have fled to her territory, but she can’t escape what happened. The Thelmas province is now a sinking ship, and all her political power is vanishing. I also heard what happened to Prince Galvin, how he was attacked and horrifically injured. Fed by the sick fantasies of her customers, Sophie’s enthusiasm for abusing me was redoubled. In this period I ate my own vomit. I ate my own faeces while the camera rolled, close-up on my tear-stained, retching face. They seemed to have abandoned the attempts to hide my identity from the viewers – presumably it had been so long, they didn’t think they needed to anymore.During one of these ‘audience feedback’ sessions, Sophie appeared in front of me with a huge pair of wire cutters. She was. Smith said, "Follow me," as he led the way back inside the DMV.We walked past Dad, so I gave him his keys back and acted wiping sweat off my brow. I didn't dare tell Dad anything because I didn't want the bastard to hear me calling him a bastard.I asked Smith's back, "May my father come with us?" Yes," he said without breaking step or looking back.Dad had heard, so he followed me following Smith.Smith led us back to his office again and sat us down. I didn't have a clue whether I'd passed or.