He was not a jock by any means. That was okay with me. I wasn't fond of jocks. He was five foot ten, slender, not muscular but quite fit. He had a smi...le that could melt glass and a warm personality. Everyone loved Paul and I was proud that he was my husband.I guess I should describe myself as well. My name is Jolie. I stand five feet tall and weigh right at a hundred pounds when my hair is wet. I have shoulder length blonde hair and I don't wish to sound vain but I'm pretty good looking. "Good girl... Oh man, every time you do that you give me such a hard on. Keep sucking on them... taste your own pussy... oh Jesus... such a good slut..."There it was again... my son calling me a slut! I loved it, I was so turned on I could do anything for him right now."Mom!" I heard in a distance.Oh God not now! It was Kristy, calling me. How could I have forgotten that my daughter was still there? Tommy took his delicious fingers out of my mouth, disappointment on his face."God Mom, I have to. Her nails scratch, cruel irons bite her flesh. There are the throbbing nipples, screaming clit and sobbing cunt lips. Painnnnn, sweet pain of flogging, piercing, burning. Push me over the edge, pleeeease now... pleeeeease, sweet pain... make your daughter come.She is a shivering mass of jelly, a panting creature of sobbing misery. She begs for release. She begs to find the flashing release, the volcanic explosion into the eternal bliss of oblivion.But no, the eyes say. Noooo, sweet slave, the. Why? He shook the man again. Whats been done to you? The man continued to stare open-mouthed at Stealth. Annoyed, Stealth ripped the mans throat open with his nails, slinging the body down like a rag doll. He sheathed his swords and walked out into the hallway to encounter another half dozen of the soldiers. He was vaguely aware of Angels mental link urging him to her. Her fear was getting stronger and stronger with every passing second. Stealth let out the high frequency warning again..