He was very old, stoopedand gray, wearing a somewhat worn coat, so I was surprised when Claricegreeted him like a long lost brother. "This is Gregori ...Rettinin, a veryold friend." He was admitted of course, and I quickly set out a platefor him, which he cleaned almost at once. "A friend of a friend" hesaid, "told me that an assassination attempt is being made next week onour mutual enemy." His English was perfect, his voice strong and clear,a violation of my perception of him. "Hussein?" "Nyet!. “The Carcosa Club meets this weekend” she said eagerly, the words tumbling from her lips “and they will *********** a willing victim by lot. You and I should go and take part. I have already established contact but I think you should adopt my alias and I will present as your b…your sl…” she stuttered “as your submissive. Even if we find no connection to the case, we will have the opportunity to observe and document the phenomenon”. Her eyes shone.The following Saturday, they approached a remote. “pleeease big brother, I need you to fill me up, please!” she pleads with me as she grinds her crouch into me. I pry myself away from her and then hold her legs closed. “COME ON!” she whines. “I know you’re starving so why don’t just eat your fill and fill me up at the same time?” she’s starting to annoy me. “Will you hold still for sec Ash?” I had to resort to barking orders at her. She stops moving long enough for me to calm down. “Damaris is here and maybe she’ll fill you up when she’s done. Glad that she endured the pain of a Brazilian wax job, she knew that her bare genitals were smooth and pink. It was by accident that she figured out how sensitive her pussy was without hair. But, that is another story. As always, she is aroused. In every dream she has her pussy is often on fire; swollen and throbbing with need. The thong helps though. If she moves her hips the right way, the snug scrap massages her whole slit. All she needs is another to help ease the burning want. Who would.