Thats what you do when youre 18. On this particular afternoon the Sun shone gloriously through the dusty windows making everything seem all hazy and g...olden/ kind of like some soft-focus French film. Rachel finished undressing – allowing her stuff to drop onto the carpet – and cheerfully clambered up onto the bed. *Whats that youre hiding* she purred/ a comic kittenish voice shed been cultivating over the past few days. Byron scratched his stubbly chin and grinned as she threw back the quilt.. He told me that, in addition to buying magazines you often would come back to the booths. He was nice enough to make a deal with me." I told him about our little video. He's quite interested in seeing, and maybe showing it. In fact, he agreed to let me shoot some of it here. This is the plan, sissy, and you WILL follow it, or Nick won't be the only one getting a copy. You are going to go into the third booth on the left. That is one of the booths with a hole to the next booth. What do you call. You confuse your companions. Is this... ?” she speaks Russian, which Nick understands via minions.“Nick.”“Not what I expected.”“No.”“Me either,” Nick smiles. He can see a wide smile beneath the woman’s mask.“I like it. Father won’t. Fuck him.”The three laugh. “Fuck the king?” says Nick.“He’s my father. I can say it. Never do it of course. As if I would ever want to. I suggest you don’t, though, say it that is. I suppose you can fuck him if you want.”“He would like that?”“He likes his pleasure,”. The sudden display by Vickie had already caused her to reveal part of her bestial fantasys to Ray and now with her arousement waning she was feeling guilt and shame about him seeing her so excited by such a debasing act. Ray you know I could never do any of that for real. How could you ever respect me after that, I mean after fucking dogs and horses and all that? How do you feel now knowing Vickie does that stuff, I bet you think less of her dont you, she asked, trying to feel out his true.