She didn't look good. She looked tired -- an older, slightly plumper version of Peggy. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she had a vaguely r...umpled look that was totally unlike the woman I remembered. It'd been a while since I'd actually visited at Peggy's house, but her mom shouldn't have aged that much.God only knew what she'd been going through since last Friday, what she knew. Maybe she didn't know any more than I did. Peggy tended to bottle things up. What the hell was I going to. Instantly, she wonders where He is leading her; out of the room, in only her panties?Suddenly her fear is realized, as He leads her past the bed, and toward the door. She freezes inside, while at the same time feeling exhilaration. He stops at the hotel room door, opens the door, and begins to lead them through. She follows.Without explanation, He turns and leads them back into the room, without her ever having to leave. As He continues to lead her he says “very well done”, and she knows. This continued for several minutes as the rest of her fingers were slipped up my butt. Thank goodness Carries hands were rather small and she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. I was being touched in a way that I never experienced before.When I was about to cum she let my cock slip out of her mouth letting my desires withdraw and then start all over again. I remember crying out out, "Carrie I want to cum....I want to cum....Before I knew it her whole hand up to her wrist was totally up. I have no idea why I did that I just did. Quickly I walked away into that grey blanket of fog. It wasn’t till I was near the Thames that the realisation of what I had done came over me and I was sick. I may have been sick but the feeling of power was one that I couldn’t forget. I headed home and in the privacy of my own room cleaned my blade and stick checking my cape and took a large whiskey. Throughout that night I had dreams of police knocking on my door. Even that gave me a weird.