I heard back from him later that day. “Hey, how’s things. I have been busy the last couple of weeks. I was in St. Louis for work and this past wee...k I had a friend in town. Are you coming over tomorrow to suck me off?” How do you think I responded? Jim also told me that he created a Kik account so we started trading texts which made it much easier to communicate. I won’t get into all of the details as the encounter was similar to the first three. However, I was excited as this now matched the. I am sent to the corner to contemplate my actions with explicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry any more. Once the time passes I am placed back in the chair, unbound this time. “You deserved to be punished, don't you slut”. Of course, I agree. He tells me that I am to be slapped against the cheek 4 times to each side. again with implicit instructions that I am not allowed to cry. Each smack is given harder than the last. I am holding back the tears from fear, from the pain, and most. The problem was that I didn't have the time Ineeded to learn everything. I had a... shall we say... rival for thebook. He knew of its power as well and was just a few hours behind me inacquiring it from a rather clueless dealer in antiquarian books andmanuscripts. He followed me and was in a position to wrest the book fromme. I had to make my wish on the fly."What I wished for was to be safely away from him and to remember anyprevious realities. That is why I remember who I was. It went on for many hours longer than expected – and only the chill of the night finally cleared away the last of the orgiastic demonstrators. But most of all, as Kedi also agreed, it was good fun. It was one of the most enjoyable fucks she’d had – and they’d been through such a long series of partners. There was all colours, both genders and enough pubic hair in her mouth to keep her satisfied beyond the night and nearly drained her of the energy to make love with Innocence that night. Kedi.