<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br/>If another man did half the things that Marc did she would have slit their throat while they slept. But there was something about Marc, the power and assurance that radiated from him that made her lap up his praise like cream.<br/><br/>He was the only she had ever met that could truly hold her. It was why she was never jealous sharing him. The blonde under her fingers was nothing more than a toy. Who would want a pussy cat after he had tamed a tiger?<br/><br/>“You too sugar,” she told him, pulling wider at Jasmine’s lips.<br/><br/>“Now Darlin,” she drawled in their captive’s ear, “Whether you’re ready or not, he’s going to ease everything he’s got down that throat of yours.”<br/><br/>Jackie-D kissed their captives cheek then, as if to comfort her.<br/><br/>“My advice would be to hum,” she gave her a demonstration then, something similar to throat singing, “It’ll relax all those muscles and the vibrations will go right to his head.”<br/><br/>Her hands released her lips then, guiding themselves slowly over her bulging throat, down her breasts before resting above the apex of her sex.<br/><br/>“And I’ll take your mind off his cock,” she promised as she slowly began to encircle the blondes clit. It was uninterested in the proceedings, for now.<br/>