And I suppose last weekend kind of put a stake in the old me.”“The old you? So that thing with Becka was your last wild fling?”That was very sim...ilar to the question Bethany had asked me. And the honest answer, now having had ten days to think about it, was that I didn’t know.“I don’t know. Maybe.”“Do you regret doing it?”I shook my head slowly, “No. But to be honest, it wasn’t my style. It made me very uncomfortable. But I think that was your plan all along.”“Part of it was to push you past. Ann asked in a quizzing voice, "How does that feel my dear?"I responded, "Oh Mistress, it is making me feel awful, please stop theflow, at least for a few minutes."Ann responded in an instructive voice, "Heather, a woman can't stop herperiod just because it is causing a little discomfort." You will just have to suffer and bear the total anguish of God's bane onwomanhood dear." With that remark she reached over and clicked the valveopen another notch, I could feel the liquid draining in a little. Her name is Deenaand she’s twenty years younger than me. I haven’t hadDeena cut my hair in a couple of years and missed her.So I called her for an appointment as I was thinkingabout her recently.“Hi Gary, it’s been a while,” she said answering thecall.“I know. I’ve been extremely busy with work.”“What can I do for you?”All sorts of nasty thoughts flooded my mind. I shookthem off. “I would like to visit you for a. “What do you think?” She said.Emma stared at Conor’s cock, her body was screaming at her, she felt her cunt flood with juices, her nipples harden. She managed to collect herself enough to reply.“He’s magnificent,” she said, “you said on the radio that l could have him, did you mean that?”“Yes, if you like,” she replied, “wait until you’ve seen everything then we’ll set it up for you, would you like it filmed, just for you of course, not for public consumption.”Emma couldn’t take her eyes off.