It was like a parade of gross pornographic images, and Ed rifled through the pictures again and again, scarcely believing that it was his beautiful, b...londe wife performing such grotesque acts. His rage built as his eyes pored over each detail of the graphic pictures."Oh, Marion... Marion," he said aloud, "what did you get yourself into? Oh, God!"Disgusted, he finally threw the pictures down on the table and looked with vehemence at the camera. He knew immediately what the camera was for, and he. ” Gerald nodded, staring at the snug bodice over his mother's breasts. “Sorry about your skirt, Mom. I'll pay the dry cleaning bill, okay?” Madeline's cheeks reddened and she avoided her son's eyes. “That's all right. It's hand-washable, fortunately. I certainly wouldn't want to take it to the cleaners with that kind of a stain-- Gerald, I told you, we weren't to speak about that-- that incident again!” Gerald smiled again. “Okay Mom.” After finishing their meal, Gerald and Madeline were. . and forth ... and back ... and forth...Sandy could feel herself submitting; submitting to Mistress; submitting to the metronome, that kept swinging back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...Sandy's thoughts were beginning to get cloudy, each new thought being wiped away as the metronome swung back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...She was vaguely aware that she was being hypnotized even without Mistress there – that she was simply succumbing to the relentless motion of the. Embrace the jungle, embrace Raakshas.Now, take a deep breath, dive into the crystal clear lagoon through the deepest caves into the endless darkness. Let yourself go. Forget all hate, all fear, and all your wishes, shake off all emotion and then, when there is nothing left but the pure thought of an explorer, dive out and see Emerial.Deep in the hard of the jungle, the Mountain Emara towers over the endless green. At its sacred feed, where the five holy streams flow into the river of Guantala.