" Kate laughed, "Then why pick Vegas? Isn't it a little kitschy for you?" "Its all a matter of scale. Build a model pyramid and stick it in your b...ack garden and its kitsch. Build a pyramid the size of the ones at Giza out of black glass and run laser beams through the roof to illuminate the sky and you make a statement." "What is the statement?" Kate enquired. "We are going to have fun any way we like and we don't care what anyone think how we choose to do so." A. responded. "They are. Damn, there I go again. My wanton imagination brought my eyes to Mother Amish. If she wore that bonnet with a cute, sheer teddy, she would hot! Once again, I was jerked back to reality when my girlfriend poked me severely."Are you ok? You look like you're having a stroke," she enquired compassionately. I blushed and placed my hand on her bottom, only to hear the Amish followers, especially Mom, gasp with righteous indignation... jealousy is such a bad trait, not righteous at all. But they all. Then, Mister Abercrombie's two sons, Richard and John came home from their long trip to Brussels across the dark and dangerous storm driven Channel.That Monday afternoon when she went into Mister Abercrombie's place of business to finish up the inventory she had started the previous week, she was called into the master's office by a smiling Molly. She hoped it was because the old man had missed her over the weekend and wanted to instruct her on how to be a better young lady. Her bottom was. But she thought that men were demanding, vain and unreasonable.Just because she didn't like men, however, did not mean that Sarah did not like cocks.She had been fucked a few times, and had adored to get her cunt-hole stuffed full of cockmeat and flooded with fuckjuice. But that was all that she wanted. And the men she had screwed had all wanted more--probably because Sarah had fucked them so well. They wanted her to be faithful to them, to pledge fidelity, to go steady, to proclaim her love..