When I think about it, I feel bad for him. He got fucked. I have everything he ever wanted.I’m stealing from him. He should be with Meg, not me. He ...didn’t do anything wrong.”Ben raised an eyebrow and asked: “What’s got you thinking like that?”“When we went to his grave, something happened. Meghan has changed.”“How so?”Kevin appeared flustered for a second then a look of resignation came over him as he started. “We went to his grave, and she started a ritual and asked if I wanted to take part. I. Droping my pants to stroke my cock was fun, but when I looked through the holes in the walls there were a guy on each side doing the same.The first time, this guy stuck his finger through the hole, but I didn't know what it meant, so I asked him and all was silent.Next time the same thing, I was in the booth watching the other guys playing with them selves and me with my pants down stroking my cock, when the figure motioned me again. this time I figured, what the hell and I stuck my hard cock. "You stutter out a response, but she doens't seem happy with your answer."I said thank us, not sit there and mumble. Come on, say 'Thank you so much for playing with my little girl tits, Mistress. Getting my baby tits played with makes me so wet.'"(Say the words as loudly as you dare . . and say them like you mean t!)"Good girl," your tormentor says, finally releasing your tits."Hey," another girl chimes in, "we should see if she really is all wet down there. Wouldn't it be hilarious if she's. Sometimes Angilee would be called upon to service two clients at once and, on occasion, she and another one or two of Donna's girls would service an entire group. But her favorite remained Edward and she remained his. He always asked for her and they both enjoyed each other's company as well as bodies. He seemed to have a real affection for her and she for him. It was then devastating for her when Donna informed her that Edward had suffered a fatal stroke the night before. Although being warned.