"Her husband told me over the phone. He didn't want anyone else to know,but I doubt you'll spread it?" continued Anne."We won't," said Carol."Ok. It's... like this," said Anne. "When she was younger, she caught herfather in bed with a gay prostitute, a cross-dressing one at that." I see," said Carol. "So, her relationship with her father was ruined, Itake it?" Her parents split up as a result," said Anne. "But she obviously placedblame on the prostitute too." Her father would be most to blame,". Just over a year ago, Doug had stumbled over one such obscure site featuring a ritual that claimed to invest the practitioner with power and control over others. The ritual involved the incantation of an ancient form of words while subjecting a victim to a particularly violent sexual act. The description of the act itself was enough to catch Doug's interest and he would have been content simply acting it out with Caroline as part of his 'normal' regime of brutality. While he laughed at the. "Well, all right, quite a bit," Jon said. "Mom wound up taking the news about Dad better than I expected, so that's not an issue any longer." Good, at least that got settled. Hey, I don't want to run you guys off, but even looking at this pile of crap is telling me I've got to buckle down. What do you say we get together for dinner some day this week so you can give me all the dirty details?" Sounds like fun," Tanisha agreed. "I take it you don't want to be out in public any more than you can. It wasn’t even a sexy movie, but just like the previous evening, her pussy tingled and yearned to be stroked. Luella glanced around; she was seated next to a couple on her left, a middle aged man on her right. Could she get away with it? She had last night; the erotic memory instantly decided for her. She placed her sweater over her lap and her fingers promptly tugged at the band of her skirt, slipped further to feel her dampness and gently rubbed her clitoris with trembling fingertips. Nobody.