He knew about my childhood abuse. He knew about my troubled life as a teen, having been picked up by the police on more than one occasion. He knew abo...ut my PTSD and all the medical diagnoses done on me. What he didnt know, was the breaking point. I could envision him pondering this detail with his fat fingers stroking his chubby, middle aged bearded face. He didnt have the slightest idea how I could have held myself together so well throughout the years, and then suddenly, lose it. If he could. Maybe Olivia wouldn't vanishas quickly as she had previously thought.Two days later, Olivia sat in the old leather armchair by thefireplace. A cheerful, fire was roaring in the fireplace. She sippedwine from a glass. The bottle claimed a 50 year vintage and the winelived up to its price tag. The letter...the letter sat on her lap. Alight buzzing noise could be heard from beneath the dress and Oliviaoccasional squirmed delicately in response. She glanced at the letteragain. She had been hell. The two of them headed off towards an office where Rick and Harry, Freddie's operations director, were already waiting.The four of them sat around the office table. "Rick," said Freddie, "perhaps you can lead off on this."Rick nodded and passed around photo copies of a print out of a half a dozen pages from a web site. "The Kalinin is looking for storytellers. As you know we track web sites of possible interest and we've been following this one, largely because it came up in some routine. He then began to trace the outline of her pussy with the tip of his tongue before licking the slit from bottom to top with the flat of his tongue.Using his thumbs, he gently opened her up to him and repeated the process, moving his tongue round in a circle several times before finally dipping inside to taste her nectar. Xander thrust his tongue in and out, around and around, touching every millimetre of Buffy's depths that he could reach, causing her to writhe, buck and moan in pleasure.Faith.