-paper 'Sexual Anthropology' in timeSUSAN'S STEPS into voluntary SEXUAL SLAVERY at Mentor Master PETER PE is a long story to tellSUSAN'S STORY is not ...new -- we are back in first half of the eighties -- at his old wood-port quartersSUSAN'S STORY in her words is written well worded, but it lacks proper paragraphing for liveliness"SUSAN'S STORY needs an Experienced Editor" I state in my comment under first part I read of herSUSAN'S STORY may need a couple of dozen well written intimate. “I am getting a little sore and what we are doing ... you know screwing without protection isn’t totally safe.”“Yeah, but you said we are close enough to your period that I can’t get you knocked up,” Blake said.“Probably not from what we have done already,” Sarah said. “The problem is that there is no line between a safe time of month and an unsafe time of month for unprotected sex. The divide is a fuzzy gray line. It is hard to see.”“Oh...” Blake sighed. “Oh ... kay.” He had really hoped for. We awoke next morning and I was feeling really quite sticky from all the sex we’d had, so went to take a shower and clean myself up. Kay came in to join me and we started bathing and lathering each other up at which point Jon came in to see if he could be of any assistance.Seeing both of us all soapy, he said, “I think I’ll slide in-between you two slippery gals and help myself to some more of those sweet sexy pussies. What d’yall say?”We looked at each other and then at him saying almost in. Serendipity, I thought.All of the lights were off except the few that were necessary, so as not to attract any more customers. She clipped and asked me about my husband. What's there to say, I thought. She talked on and on. Thank God, because I didn't have much to say. Her fingers felt good on my scalp and neck.“Wash?” Yes! I almost squealed. I followed Lindsay over to the sink. She wore a thin, blue and white flowered summer dress that fit her well. It drooped down loosely, showing off her.