I tried to feel satisfaction at Pharaoh’s masculine grunts as he crucified the Christian on his pierced cock, but I couldn’t help my damn mind feeling needy at the loss of my Little Lamb. What would her pussy feel like? Would she come back and be defiant with me again? Would her sassy little mouth ever say a fucking curse word? I had read her file. The horny fucking administrative attendant did not give a damn what my price was when I asked her for it. I recalled the words written within Zelle’s picture.
