, but really strange ones that only you seem to have. If you think you engage in something really unusual, please send me a short description of it."I... was intrigued and wrote back to her."I definitely have a very strange fetish. I become aroused by the touch of newspaper on my naked skin. I find the smell of a fresh, crisply folded newspaper intoxicating. I wrap my head in them, sleep in my bed covered with newspapers, I wrap one around my cock and masturbate with newspaper, I beat myself with. ..to someone." And I'm it?" Well, of course. You should take this in the best possible sense." How's that?" In a shipwreck, when it really counts, the deeper current still runsback to you. That may not seem like much, but, really, it's everything." I guess that's one way to look at it. Any port in a storm." Marcia hatedhow bitter and churlish she sounded."What's so bad about that? To be a home, I mean. Marcia, listen. I knowthat you feel as if you didn't matter and never mattered to Phoebe.. ' I thought to myself, 'What will we be playing, "Barbie"?'We came back from my enema and John picked removed and replaced my butt plug, for something that looked twice as big. He then went over to the drawers and the wardrobe and picked out an outfit for me to wear."Now as it's the first time you'll be meeting John's little girl, I think we should impress her and make you look every part the little lady, and isn't this little dress wonderful."He was holding up a dark plum party frock that. I decided to go all out, it was Saturday after all. Fresh baked croissants, eggs Benedict, orange slices, and bacon, of course. I set the table, including a pillow from Kelly’s room, for Wendy’s chair. I was still thinking about the payback for the bastards who’d taken advantage of my wife. Was it enough? I know I wanted more, but could I be satisfied with where it stood? Deep inside, the answer was crystal-clear. They had to pay. I peeked in on the girls who were still sleeping peacefully. I.