Some were conventional, some were extraordinary. Pointing at one picture that showed a man with his member inside a woman’s arse, Lucy groaned.“Ou...ch, that must have hurt! One of those damned prison guards put his thing in there. I am telling you, never again!”Harriet looked at her friend. “I cannot understand how you manage to talk about these things so openly. You say it hurt. Don’t you hate those memories?”Lucy pondered that question.“I suppose it is because I had time to overcome those. I felt so mixed up and so wildly excited, I knew that if I let my son have me I would give myself to him totally, I would be his to own and I also knew that this was his wish, to make me his slave! I was torn between surrendering to him and my inner fear of what enslavement would mean, it was so confusing, but Victor felt no confusion as he came between my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy."VICTOR!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body rising of its own accord to meet him.If I had. "So who has the key to the safe and the office?" I asked."Dan has a key. He went to Youngstown on business. He'll be back tomorrow. I don't have a key to the safe or Dan's office," replied ChantillWe looked around and I spotted a handgun under the counter. I asked Chantill if it belonged to her. I picked it up and wrote down the serial number. She told me that Dan gave it to her for her protection. I asked her if it was registered and she said she didn't know."Do you have any other guns,. It was just a few days until the Vangon settlement celebrated the spring equinox, that precious moment when winter ends, when the nights are shorter, and when vitality rises again in the loins of man and woman alike. Each tribe and each settlement, from town to village to the smallest of hamlets, they each and they all celebrated that moment in their own manner.For the Vangon, the whole of the People would draw together, from the Chieftain down to the lowliest craftsman and the mewling babe,.