Yeah…it’s a long story, but you can get why she’s unpopular at the moment. I turn around and see that she hasn’t put on a single piece of clothing. It wasn’t until it was too late, when she opened my bedroom door and saw the three of us, that we knew she had come home early. Slowly, gently, I guide myself in. They’re perfect for each other, and somehow, it makes me jealous. And you, my dear,” Eleanor smiles as her hands clasp about my cock, “are a very controlling man.”
“Why do you want to this happen so bad?” I ask her. We breathe heavily on the table for a moment, and then look into each other’s eyes. And I never would. “You don’t have the balls,” I whisper, “you wouldn’t hurt a fl-”
The cold blade presses against my neck, and Tom twists it until the point pierces the skin.
