I’d thought of embracing you, I wanted to – to give you such a hug as you had never had. I wanted to pick you up and carry you, to give you someth...ing beautiful. That’s when I decided to name you Princess. I wrote you a letter, will you ever reply? I wanted you to tell me if you’d love me – might you? Typing words is easy, but when we meet, will we talk – or, naked, will we make love until the sun is up again? I wanted so much for you to tell me that you would… and how, dear EmmaP, how might it. Wendy writhed and pulled his head more fiercely onto her before she arched her back and exploded onto him shouting, ‘Fuck yesssss. Oh God yes.’ After she subsided I shoved Martin down beside her on the sofa. ‘Here, put this on’ I said handing her a bright red strap -on. ‘Oh wow’ she said, I like the look of that’ I gave her some lube for it then pulled up Martin’s legs and she got between. ‘Now, fuck him I said’ ‘Yes master’ she replied. ‘And wank him as well’. She entered him and he cried. “You will no longer require this sleeping place, my friend. It is best that you lie with your mate from now on.” It turned to look directly at Jona and Jord, “And, so far as is possible, regain your strength for the days to come.”Jord had begun to voice his chagrin at first, over having his bed commandeered, but now he looked from the others to Jona, who had covered her face in embarrassment. They all began to chuckle at this, and it quickly turned to a roar of laughter, relieving the tension.. A last measured blow drove the nail home a final quarter inch, the head tight and dug into the flesh so that the wrist could not move, gripping it tightly to limit the effect of any later struggles so that the hole would not widen too quickly, not tear a gap so she would suddenly bleed to death. It was a bizarre incongruity – the woman’s rounded arm with its delicate blue veins, nailed by a black-headed, oily nail to a grey-dried wooden beam. Soft flesh, made for kissing, nailed to a wooden.