? You pull her back look into her eyes oncemore and see? feel fear, perhaps terror? This is what you wanted, wasn?tit?? Yes, this is real!? You spin h...er around and force her down to thebed stomach first and naked save her silk white panties.? You feel your blood boil your cock twitch andthrob as you tear the last remaining piece from this work of art.? Sobbing, she looks back at you over hershoulder.? ?Don?t move!? you bark.? ?Its time you learned how little whores gettreated!?? She cries. "Please don't tell me." I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?" It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned." Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me truth, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?" Well, Brenda, no; in fact, he got out three times to pee."Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears.He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my. Looking over all four girls were on the couch with a hand between their legs and one on their tit. Moving over to them I saw that Molly had worked some sort of magic to put up videos on the TV of real high school kids like us making out, sucking, licking and sometimes fucking. Most of it was from security cameras in places where the teenagers had trespassed or snuck into to make out. Others were from someone sneaking around to get video on a cell phone or sometimes with a high end night vision. Tuesday and Thursday, I have adjusted my workouts so that I would always be there on a day she was there. Today is Tuesday, and I have just let her go again. Beth is my muse, my siren, the woman that calls be back to work out my body for her every week. I know that I cannot keep letting her go, I have to act before it's too late. But how, when is the right timing. My mind is racing and I am sitting at my desk tying to work. Questions keep coming into my mind. How do you tell the most.