Well that was just impossible! Yet... there sat Charis, pouting, lip trembling, startling green eyes glimmering with tears. And there was his heart br...eaking in his chest. "No! No.. you... you are real. More real than... than any woman I've ever.. but..." he shook his head, "I can't think straight about this... a woman out of myth sucking my cock?" She smiled slowly then, the tears vanishing and the tremble stilling, "Then don't think," she said as she moved forward to kiss him gently on the. ’ ‘I don’t mind going,’ Charles said thoughtfully. ‘It sounds like it could be interesting. That’s if you don’t mind going, Kelly.’ What was I thinking? On our first date, we shouldn’t be going to a swinger’s party. But my mouth overruled my brain. ‘I’d like to give it a try. If we aren’t comfortable, we can always leave.’ ‘Then let’s get going,’ Warren said. He signaled the waitress for the checks. ‘You can follow us up.’ ‘We should find a gas station,’ Charles said. ‘I’m sure Kelly’s car. Another five could be added because at the same time she referred to you as mum when she should have given you your new title" Then I will take your advice Charlie and that means you will receive thirty strokes on your bottom Lucinda" Before you start mother I think you should undress, and I should do so as well. I am undoubtedly going to be turned on by what is about to happen. If this is so, then it is my right as her Lord and master to use her body to relieve my passions. So we should do. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers. I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed.