The short exchange with the woman had eaten up more of his time and he was now late. After washing his hands and putting on his suit coat, Jerry heade...d towards the office.Jerry stepped into the office and found a receptionist behind a simple desk. An older gentleman, who Jerry estimated was in his early sixties, was seated in one of the chairs in the waiting area. Putting on a weak smile, Jerry said, “I’m Jerry Smith. I have an appointment with...”Interrupting him, the old man exploded, “You’re. "He pushed up his bottom, standing on his toes as she had instructed."Now," she brought her hand up high. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me." She always made the same joke before paddling her boy.And paddle him she did. Raising the paddle up high and bringing it down on his buttocks again and again. He winced at the first blow. Moaned at the second. By the fifth stroke he was crying.His world closed in for him. There was just the pain of the paddle and hanging on. “It is understandable, because you are new to us, that you do not fully comprehend our legends. In the story I just told, I gave the explanation of the origins of lesbians, gays, and other misfits of the earth such as our darling Samantha.”Sam stuck her tongue out at Nadiya.“Since this is a lesbian coven, we are all “c***dren of the Watchers.” There are many stories of Ayemi-el and Peeyemi-el. The evidence of their interaction with human beings is s**ttered across the world in the ruins of. It starts on the day you see them, see them for the first time as prey for this sensual hunt, this game of shared pleasured and playful intimacy. Our game started the day I met you, the day your scent first surrounded me, your fleeting touch made goosebumps ripple along my skin. It is a game I have learnt to play well over the years. A lover’s game lies in the shivers and moans, the small retreats and the softening of muscles, the change of taste and texture on your lover’s skin. I watch the.