"Just promise me one thing," he asked. "There is a cabinet at the farend of the workshop, locked; the negatives in there are worthless andshould be th...rown out. They are not my best work, and I would hate foranyone to see them. Promise me they will be destroyed," I replied."Then why did you bother with the lock?" And he said the stuff wasexperimental and he had been using it just to generate ideas. Herepeated his request, and I agreed. What else could I do under thosecircumstances? But mentally. She tried to keep the water out of her mouth but took some in and started choking. He finally let her head up and she screamed again.“So that is how you are going to conquer me, by waterboarding me! You are pathetic.”“Wow, it is getting late. We need to speed up this process to get you to beg me to ass fuck you.”He pulled out the belt and started hitting her again, alternating between her quickly reddening, ass checks, her back, her legs and even the bottom of her feet. She was soon a. " Pity," said Amanda, "you really ought to read more."Did you know that according to legend, that if you went through a gate in an unspoiled field at twilight on the Mid-Summer's Eve, you could enter the Faerie Realm?" Fairy Realm? No I didn't. But what does that have to do with..."Amanda pointed downhill. Kevin looked where she was pointing. At first he didn't see anything in the gathering gloom, but then he saw it. A gate.The gate had no fence to go with it. All it had was the pole it was. Then nibble and suckle, moving from one breast to the other, your hand trailing down the center of her body, over her belly ring, causing a rippling effect over her taught toned stomach. Stopping at her panty line, your fingertips drag down her mound, to her moist slit. You tickle the inner folds of her pussy, looking for that little button, finding it, and artfully encircling it with your thumb, you place your index and middle fingers into her wet love box, juices squishing as they.