I had to dig deep into the depths of my chest of drawers, searching for the little box.It’s been three years since I inherited it, and set it aside ...for this day.I can only hope Samantha will love it.Yes, right where I had left it.======As I entered the dining room again I saw that Samantha had put on her robe once again, though it still hung open down the front.I pulled my seat up in front of her and sat down, showing the small box in my hand.Her eyes went wide with recognition, sparkling with. Only upon moving closer can the visitor see that each is mounted on a metal post fixed in the masonry of the stone floor, the three-inch shaft penetrating the anus. Touching the breast of the redhead, the visitor is surprised at the suppleness of the skin.? These are living statues, not just exteriors over a rigid form. Curious, the visitor pinches the redhead's nipples, but gets no reaction, no vocal response. "What is this?" wonders the guest."Ah, I see you are admiring my trophies," says a. “We had an aborted 911 call from here,” the cop said, her hand on her gun. “A man claiming he molested his daughter.”“Oh?” I asked. “It must have been my daughter and her friend. They are a naughty pair, especially my daughter.”“Can I come in to talk to her?” the cop asked, her eyes falling on the amulet.I kept twisting the amulet, turning it in my hand. “We’re talking right now, aren’t we? Isn’t it nice to talk to me?”“I have to talk to ... to the daughter. And to ... to whoever called 911.”. The one thing I can never get tired of is hearing people orgasm. I decided to write this story after an incident this morning. I was getting ready to leave for work and as I exited my apartment and fished my keys out of my pocket to lock the door, I heard that familiar sound. The sound of pleasure. The person who lives across from me was in sensual bliss. Now I know that there is a single guy who lives across from me, but i could not tell if he was with a woman or if he was alone. All I could.