I know you're tired and quite frankly me, too. I'm going home and get some sleep and clean up a little around the house. Give me four or f...ive hours and I'll be back." "Daddy, you don't know just how much it means to me that you've done so much. I don't know when or how, but I will repay all your kindness," Sandy quietly said, a tear slipping from her eye. "Hush now, my sweet," I said kissing away the errant drop from her cheek. "You just rest and I'll be. He clicked on the light, she blinking at the sudden unaccustomed brightness, saw him approaching, album in hand, kneeling and opening her sex, checking no doubt, for a small ragged scar which he soon found down the edge of her left labia, he had wondered about its misshape when he had had chance to first see it, but took it, it was hereditary She, not knowing he had seen the photographs, said she had been bitten on her last overnight outdoor bondage session! He asked her of the ordeal, and she. She was wearing the amplification helmet while I worked with the software in the receiver to sharpen the three-dimensional recreation of the magnetic activity in her brain. Even though it was Friday, we had put in a long hard day, and it was well after five before it finally started generating sharp images. ‘Finally, we can go home!’ she sighed. She started to pull of her helmet, her hair got caught up in it from having had it on for so long. I laughed and said, ‘OOO, that’s a nice look, hey,. We’re trying to tell everybody we can about it. We want to let people know that anyone and everyone is welcome to come. But we need help to get as many people as we can to come. Some of us can’t be there. Some are too busy or have other things they have to do. Some have to work and can’t miss the day’s pay so they can’t afford to come. Worse than that some won’t come because they just don’t care. I can’t bare that. It breaks my heart. I try not to be frustrated by it, but I don’t know how. I.