As instructed by Mr Maxwell, he had gone on his knees between her legs and licked her pussy and her ass, tasting semen in both, then untied her and re...moved the blindfold, then cuddled her as she relaxed. "Who was, it, David? The other man? The one who fucked me? Any idea?"David had admitted he had no clue who it might have been. He actually found it rather exciting to imagine it might have been someone he knew, a friend or workmate or neighbour! Just so long as he was discrete about it! He knew. I conclude by summarising the research questions:Do the IWB adventurers change during their stay?Do they seek out more experiences?Do they enjoy their fantasies more?Do they achieve more or less than they thought they would at the start?How many safe words used and how often?Do the safe words (1) cluster around particular challenges or do they cluster around particular individuals?Does the use of safe words increase towards the end of the course or decrease?"The questionnaires after the. He is was in his 20s. His face was young but his black beard gave his demeanor an aura of experience. He wore pristine white armour with a golden Cape that gave off heavenly scent and in his right hand he held a weapon of hell. A flame sword that he held with grace. In his left hand he held a golden shield. Za'nak looked back at the approaching man."General Avar. Are you're armies ready?"General Avar walked passed him and looks down upon the ensuing battle."Za'nak. You are my trusted friend. I. "You went out without knickers." "No," she replied. "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So why did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leant forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex but there was also the unmistakeable smell of lubricant, spermicide and that instantly recognisable rubbery kind of smell that only comes from one thing... condoms. "Is that what I think it is?" I.