Marc wasted no time, but didn't rush either. After all, what better way to enjoy his vengeance if not on someone who's been tenderized by Jackie D.<br/><br/>All the same, it had to end sometime. After getting his body clean and christened for deployment, he turned off the shower water with a methodical twist.<br/><br/>He called. "Those are the kinds of sounds a guy could jerk off to. If I didn't have better plans."<br/><br/>When Marc stepped into the room, his dark thin mask re-applied over his face. His towel hung around his mostly-dry hips, but not out of any sense of modesty. More in the way a present is wrapped.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't let me interrupt."<br/><br/>He gave that subtly coy smirk he new Jackie-D enjoyed. The bitch, though, would learn to fear it. He half expected Jackie-D to confess that their new pet had already confessed, and had told Jackie what they wanted to hear. It was too late to prevent what justice was going to be delivered to her, though.<br/><br/>When he finally learned that Jasmine hadn't begged to call her father back, he was surprised; and angered. Disappointed, but let's be real, not<em>too</em>disappointed.<br/><br/>He walked toward the bed, his short nails sliding up the back of Jackie's ankle, calf, leg and ass. God damn, he wanted her. Wanted to mussy up that raven hair while doing something kinky with her. He needed to test his mettle against that spirited minx.<br/><br/>There was business to attend to, though.<br/><br/>"So glad you're becoming fast friends." His cock was already growing again, and the towel around him didn't hide much at all. His cock slowly growing was just as tortuously tugging at the fold of the towel, too.<br/><br/>"How should we play with our new toy?" He said it musingly, as though asking where they should and a painting.<br/><br/>