I also decided I would take Pam, the conservative Preachers wife to a Adult Toy store, have my way with her and have her buy her own handcuffs and a s...trap on that eventually, I would have her use on my wife, her husband John and eventually, her lovely 23 year old daughter Jaimie. Maybe for Jaimies 24th birthday coming up soon.So, I called the Preachers house and John answered at the parsonage. His voices changed when he heard my voice. I asked John what he was doing today, he said going to. That green monster inside me reared its ugly head. My blood boiled as I wondered why Keith or Sara had ever mentioned they had went to school together. Let alone been homecoming King and queen.My eyes went to the last set of Keith in his very early army uniform as he had no stripes on his sleeve. Sara standing beside him with a big smile on her face. She was in that high school cheerleading outfit in those photos as well.The last photo showed them kissing passionately with Sara’s one leg lifted. The fire was just embers. She'd stir it up in an hour, have some hot coffee ready for them as they woke up. The fairies were somewhere, up in a tree probably. They always took first watch, Sam suspecting that was when they got romantic. Then again, she could just be projecting her actions onto them.With a sigh, Sam found a comfortable tree and moved around it. Hidden, mostly, from view of human eyes, she slid down the bark and sat herself on the hard ground. Her sword got stuck, awkwardly, so. "I'm not here to indulge your disgusting little foot fetish. You're here to clean my feet! Now stick your tongue out."She slid back into the couch as Edward complied. She placed her heel on his outstretched tongue and drew it downwards, feeling it glide along the arch, up to the ball and off the tip of her toes. She repeated this a few more times, wiping her foot along his tongue like it was a doormat. "See? Long strokes. I want you to lick up all of that sticky sweat." Edward set about his.