She chuckled, kissing the swollen, throbbing nub between my legs, almost sending me over the edge. It took all of my will power not to raise my hips a...d try to grind them against her mouth in a bid to push myself over the edge. I managed somehow, despite her teasing words. She called me dirty, slut, nympho. They were all true. Even if I could, I wouldn’t deny it. I was on fire, craving only one thing. Release. I forgot all about being quiet, my moans earning me swats upon my exposed flesh as. “Ian I've had enough.”He just looked at her.“It's been six months...” she stroked his face, her heart imploding. “I can't wait anymore, lovely Ian. My beloved. My only man... I cannot wait one more moment. We have to settle this. I can't stand it.”He looked at her.“Do you want to...?”Her body trembled.“Yes... but I want more than that. I want you.”Oh Ian!He reached for her hand.“Lisa.”She felt tears near. “Will you... marry me? Hold me? Make me yours... forever?”He looked at her.“Of course.... Just then he noticed that Lisa's back garden was quite overlooked by her neighbour's houses and came up with a great idea.He ordered all three women to strip off and tied their hands behind their backs; he then tied bamboo canes across the backs of their knees making them spread them about two and a half feet wide. He then threw three rubber balls out into the back garden and shouted loudly for the bitches to fetch the balls. He knew that firstly the bamboos would hinder their running and with. ........................................................................Three months had passed since the death of Agathe and Georg was at his wits end over the problem of how to cope with the c***dren’s well being. He was a man of honour and was aware that he had been neglecting them .He had spoken to the Bishop who had promised to “see what he could do”.Three weeks later the Bishops office had telephoned him and asked if he could call at the Bishops palace to discuss a possible solution.True.