Grant was definitely one of the best things…the door wasn’t locked. Mary’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to look at the doorknob. She ran t...o the door, opened in and looked outside hoping more than anything that Grant was still there. But he wasn’t. She looked around the neighborhood and saw nothing suspicious. She closed the door and ran through the house in search of anything out of place. She found nothing. Everything was completely as she had left it. It was possible, she thought to. But, one night, I told her I wanted more."I know it's kind of weird, but I think I want to try being fucked." Are you sure? Why don't we just stick to the playing that we normally do?" No, I am sure." I knew she was just making sure, but I was so nervous and I didn't think I could take it if she said no again, "I want to try it, at least once." Ok, honey." She actually seemed sort of eager to do this, "Turn around and lay on the bed."I laid half on my side and half on my stomach. With my butt. The members of the Foundation and even some reporters marveled at the modest demeanor of the Danubians throughout their visit. The only luxury they afforded themselves during the entire trip was a day of sightseeing in Washington DC, and even that was simply because it was a Sunday and there really was very little else for them to do. As for where they stayed, that would be in the Danubian Embassy. The Prime Minister had no desire to spend money on hotels if it was not necessary.Cecilia wrote. I just make up stuff.“„Just what is it you're writing?“„It's a – I guess it's a sort of romance novel.“Marion proceeds to read: „`...Misty sobbed uncontrollably as the whip lashed against her upthrust bottom again and again. Yet, somehow, the more the Count punished her quivering flesh, the more she wanted him. Her arousal blazed with her, consuming all other emotions. Her hips ground wontonly, shamelessly in the air, thrusting against the impact of the whip...´ Does that sound like a romance.