. We're both too upset. My hands are shaking and so are yours. I wish I had more of the nectar." The nectar?" The drug we use in festival -- it calms ...the nerves, among other things. I don't know if there's any left in the workshop. Even if there were, I dare not go downstairs to fetch it. I wouldn't want to explain my actions to Elias. As you say, it's easier to gain forgiveness than permission..." He regarded her. "Do you trust me, Harrah?" I trust you. I love you and I want you." Then we. I saw the realization dawn on him, "You want to go, don't you?!"It was my turn to blush and feel guilty."Yes and no," I answered. "The idea of it excites me. I don't think he could hurt me worse than he did the last time. I don't know what he has planned. I have to believe that from now on it would be about domination, not pain. It scares me that he can somehow get into our house whenever he wants to. I am sorry. I know I should not even be considering it. I just can't help having mixed. After our luch meeting at a terrace in Namur in the francophone eastern part of Belgium, where only choice in beers is from strong till very strong indeed, just like the iinteresting impact of his hot short sexy spicy stories on submission of great gals to the whims of his whips & heaving hips. As we learnt with lovely looking Louisa from his arousing exposé about his curious custom-built portable massage table with leather straps on the form of hand- & ankle-cuffs at all four corners, it never. Her breathing a bit more shallow, still giving it the zzzz's and nipples erect; i swapped one beautiful 36DD breast for the other in quick succession before rubbing inbetween the cleavage; i was using every ounce of willpower not to just burst into her supple vagina with my modest 9in cockEven in her sleep she talks; moaning softly and now writhing gently with her hips to the action of my palm rubbing her puss."Greg" she whispers!! Who the hell is Greg??? So in c***dish revenge I whisper back.