It was maintained daily as if it was real, but every name in it was fake. It was there for this very purpose, of putting off partners of domestic abus...e victims. The fact that it also put off the Patrol was a very useful bonus. In reality they didn’t have a register, that was far too dangerous. Despite the existence of the fake register, it was still possible someone could get hold of any real register, so one was not kept. But no-one would ever believe that, so the mock one had a dual purpose.. He looked like a cave painting brought to life as he capered and danced lewdly with the belly dancers. All the company gave a great cheer and raised their glasses in a toast to the wild man. “Oh my God!” I whispered to Alessandra as I clutched her hand. “That’s William isn’t it! Who is he supposed to be now?” “The Green Man, the Horned God, Dionysus – almost every culture has a different name for him,” Alessandra whispered back. “He’s a symbol of male fertility and passion.” “I’ll say!” I. You are so intent on what you are doing you don’t even notice. As she comes over I nod her around the back of you and her hands suddenly fall on your shoulders as she gently massages them and lets out a little sigh… your head snaps up and around as you see her standing there… a petite but curvy frame with wavy red hair and a sweet innocent face looks back at you. You look to me and I smile…“Care to join us,” I asked her and a big giddy smile filled her face. I shifted my self to straddle just. My wet tongue soon swirled inside of her mouth, touching hers.Again I began moving my hands up; this time I moved them inside of her tight top and pinched her hard nipples. I heard my girlfriends behind me, cheering up and begging for more…The sensual lady started to rub her delicate hands all over my body and she gave me a look of surprise as he reached down my skirt. She finally found out that I had my bare pussy lips getting wet and ready for her.I grabbed her slutty face and kissed her.