The next day Rachel decided to visit the library to see if she could see Debby but when she enquired after her she was rather disappointed to learn th...t it was her day off and that Debby also didn’t work Saturdays. Rachel visited the library again on Monday. She took with her a couple of sexy “gifts” that she put into an Anne Summers carrier bag from her shop. When she got to the library she was overjoyed to see Debby helping someone at a computer in the music section. Rachel stood there. I felt it when you kissed me. I felt it when you took my arm. You want to protect me, to take care of me. God damn it, yourself, Eric. Just fucking admit it, will you?” I shook my head in deep sorrow. “I can’t, Shania.” “Why the fuck not?” She was obviously still angry. “Because,” I said sadly, “if I love you, I will lose you.” “Oh, you really are a fucking moron, aren’t you?” she slammed at me. “I’m, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. You’re not a moron. You’re just…what? Are you afraid? Is. Griselda informed her neighbour that these were indeed his four mistresses. I was surprised at this overt display of matriarchal power, so foreign to the apparently male dominated Brobdingnagian society. It seemed incongruous, yet not a matter for remark among those assembled in the gallery, that such apparently powerful men were pinioned and guarded by women. The prisoners were paraded in a line facing their Majesties and led to the back of the railed off area, close to the audience, but at. When she felt my hard cock against her leg she whispered, "Now I get to have all of you..."{hr}Twenty minutes later, Mandy slipped out of the room, quiet as a mouse. The sight of her sneaking along with only a sheet wrapped around her had me getting hard again. I flopped back onto my bed, wondering if I would ever get control of my thoughts."A shower, an ice-cold shower is what I need," I mumbled as I got up again. After putting on a pair of shorts and grabbing my shower kit, I snuck over to.