“Be right there.”Automatically, I walked into the kitchen, opened the pantry and pulled out two packages of soft, cotton cord. Tearing them open a...s I went, I headed up the stairs toward my bedroom. Briefly, I detoured into my office across the hall to grab my digital camera.“Where are you going?” she called out.“Keep your shirt on,” I said, apparently louder than I intended.“Too late,” she replied, laughing, as I walked out of the office and across the hall to the bedroom.There she was, sitting. With her words and screaming I was going wilder. We changed our position to floor. We laid on the bathroom floor. The bathroom length was not big enough for my height but she was perfectly positioned her self on the floor. I still banged hard and fast. I was still stroking her hard she suddenly screamed that she was going to cum, ‘ oh ya oh ya Vasu fuck me fuck me vasu ya ya ah I’m cummin oh I’m cumming aaaaahhhh’. But I couldn’t finish that position. She asked me to stop and told me she needs. When her c***dhood sweetheart (George) came home on leave she forgot protection and fell pregnant. That wasn’t too bad as she knew George would marry her when the war was over. However it gave her great opportunity to fuck bareback which she loved while pregnant and she was introduced to anal sex at this time too as another method of enjoyment. She needed to tease her clit during this practice to get off but she loved the feeling of a full arse. Baby was born, war ended and George came home. . and maybe fear... but fear creates belief... so are they not the same thing?”He swaggered to the front and turned to address the gathering. “I stay healthy,” he said with a smile, “by scaring the bejesus out of tourists in New Orleans once or twice a month.” He laughed as he continued, “When they scream and pee their pants they BELIEVE in me! I can feel the strength of their belief flowing into me. And I can feed on that belief for months or even years afterwards.”He looked around the room..