This phonebox smells like a public toilet and I think I’ll be sick if I stay here long. I’m not used to these decimal coins either. Blasted things...! Anyway, how are you?” “I’m fine thanks. Lovely weather here. Paul’s just left for a pop concert.” “Good. It’s kind of you to have him stay while we’re away. I know he’s not a teenager any more, but we couldn’t trust him with the house.” “It’s my pleasure darling. Are you having a good break? Been in the sea yet?” “No, not yet. We had some trouble. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out of the aforesaid. A powerful soldier no less. Once again Wong wished for the reality not just this all to soon to end fantasy.She was taken from the block still wearing the chains on her wrists. Then she was placed into a small transport cage barely large enough to contain her kneeling body. Wong was happy now, her host had been sold and she could come back and visit often. Here she could live out her fantasy if not in real life.A dark haired beauty knelt in a cage beside hers. She was also naked and chained at. “Still dripping wet, you whore..”His giant twitched a little. It was out of her reach. She gasped for air. Was there three fingers in her pussy now?She could not really see it, but it felt like it. That pervert!He slapped her butt once, with his flat hand, just because he could. The sound was there, but after the belt, it didn´t hurt the least. On the desk, her phone began to beep, an incoming call, but she really couldn´t answer at the moment. It had to go on to the answering-service. It.