My wife baked them a Victoria sponge to welcome them to the neighborhood, Me and my wife took the cake round and when Kirsty opened the door you just ...knew what she had been up to. standing 5ft 10inch in the door frame with sating smooth legs and a long white top with I like boys wrote on it going down to her knees, her beutiful but messy hair partly rested on her shoulders the rest stuck up like she had been rolling in hey but really she had been fucking her man. Looking into her deep blue eyes. .. that I might be ... a lesbian or something." What?" I said, trying not to chuckle too obviously, mostly because it was about the last thing I ever thought would come out of Mary Ann's mouth. "A ... a lesbian? Why would you think that? Not that there's anything wrong with it. But, I mean, we haven't even done anything. Not really." But I want to, Sherry!" she blurted out, I think more boldly than she wanted, because she immediately looked at the floor once again before repeating herself in a. Please?" he said, desperate. "Tomorrow. No more of that disgusting habit, okay? I don't ask much - I don't expect you to quit writing just to get a day job. I can more than afford to support us both with cash to spare." Fierce stared at his shoes, humbled. He hadn't touched his manuscript today.In fact, he hadn't written a single word since he moved in with Lucy. Probably, he thought, now that he wasn't going to starve the pressure to. From the minds of a few of the slaves I learned of how some people enjoy the sexual torture of themselves and others. Apart from a few common devices found at any adult goods store, the north wing did not contain any torture equipment of any kind. The south wing's guest quarters were filled with them. I didn't venture to the south wings very often. I became a little more comfortable around my mother's nudity, as she did of mine. My father became less of a monster to me and more of a.. friend I.