He laid me down on his bed. I looked at my feet and saw Samantha, who could no longer recognize the face because of the various emotions that were on her face. I wanted to rock her with the butt plug I was holding and tell her I was the winner. She looked at me and Adams. She was watching us, so to make her mad even more; I grabbed Adams' neck again to whisper to him.
“How's Samantha?” I pretended to feel sorry and looked back at the woman who seemed to be crying. Ankle cuffs have not yet been placed on her. The only problem was that Adams seemed to have no intention of removing his grip on my waist because he had already started sucking on my neck. I smiled and turned to Samantha.
“Does it appear that we no longer require your presence here? What's the point of still standing there?” My
