If all you have to offer is what I just saw, there’s really not much point, is there??Mistress Stephanie pitched in to escalate the abuse. ?Poor lit...tle dickless! Poor little dickless!? she chanted in my ear.I knew the ordeal wouldn’t end soon when Mistress Tara spoke up.?Replay it, Angela. Let’s see it in slow motion. I want to see the look on his face again.??Yeah, and I want to see his dick shrivel again. Can you zoom in?? said Mistress Stephanie.?I can show you all of the above?, answered. ”“Theodora dead?”“Well, people die, you know.”“Was she killed by someone?”“No, not really. She died for love, and her heart gave way.”“And the triskelion? Was it hers?”“Yes, it was hers. She wanted it put on display so someone would buy it one day.”“Why sell it, why not give it away?”“She said only the one willing to pay for it should have it. Anyway, she paid the highest price.”“Was she your lover?” The question came out of her mouth before she could restrain it. The man laughed, so. Last week, when he went to visit her at her apartment, she was wearing nothing but very short shorts and a sports bra. He saw her nipples pushing against the flimsy fabric and wanted nothing more than to cup her breasts and suck those little nibs right there and then. She only smiled at him and winked, her eyes flicking down to his pants to measure his hard on through the material. He needed her, it was more than just want now. He needed to plunge his cock into her, he needed to feel her; her. I didn’t remember seeing her like that before, with that look of intensity in her green eyes. I could see her quietly sizing me up, like she could tell everything about me just by looking at me. ‘You’re looking for something,’ she said quietly. ‘I am?’ ‘Absolutely.’ ‘How do you know?’ ‘It’s in your eyes,’ she said, ‘you have the look of someone who lost something. Why else would you mysteriously show up somewhere you haven’t set foot for fifteen years?’ ‘Good point. I don’t know.’ ‘How are your.