We need to plan this out if we want it to be a real thing. It would have to be with someone we know and trust. With my promotion, desecration would ha...e to be observed."Alice took a while in her answer, but then she said, "Yes. I love you and don't want to hurt you. It would just be lust and not our love for each other. We make love, if I do have sex with another man or men, it would just be lust. No love involved."It was strange that Alice seemed to be avoiding the subject of 'US' or 'ME'. "He suggested?" my mother repeated my words in amazement."Yeah. He gave me a load of bull about how it's good for me because I'llbe releasing tension and stress while he is disciplined at the same timebut to be honest, I'm sure he just thought it would be sexy," I said, "Iguess I was kind of easy on him the first time, because pretty soon I hadto do it again. The third time he saw it wouldn't be some form of kinkyforeplay he had hoped for, that's when he came crying to you," I said,"Now can I. Its all true, I guess she saw everything, I don't know why she'd just watch me but yes I do 'pleasure myself' and of course I orgasm from it."In this case, I could see Ben would become more fidgety, more excited the more he discussed how horny it made him, how he was using the dildo every other day, how he'd learned to penetrate himself and orgasm, what positions. While he was partly ashamed of his mother-in-law catching him it was also obvious he was becoming sexually aroused and infatuated. It was muggy It was July 12, 1989 The phone rang It was James “I tried calling you two days ago” said James “I wasn’t here.” Said Jill “Two days ago I was an FBI Agent in Chicago May 3, 1978.” “Oh. That explains it” said James Jill hung up the phone. Soon it was February 16,1547 Jill was Stephen Gardiner, the Bishop of Winchester in the choir of St George’s Chapel, Windsor. .