”No, you get it from your father.“My father?”Of course. Your mother sought power. Your father likes anything he can stick his dick in.“And wha...’s wrong with that?”What isn’t?“This isn’t going to end with either of us right, is it?”I’m glad that you’re finally seeing reason.“Shall we?”Continue the conversation or go inside?“Well, I doubt we’re getting off this island any other way,” the witch says bitterly.You sound like you want to stay.“You know I wouldn’t mind a little exploration.”And by. 28-year old Scott was sitting on his computer chair in the same room he had lived in his entire life. He was naked from the waist down; grinding his arse against the rough bristles of the chair. His eyes were wide and his breathing was laboured as he worked his hands into a pattern around the sensitive nerve endings of his sexual flesh. Rubbing up and down, round and round, edging. On this occasion he was just starring at different photo's of Ryan Davies face from all those years ago. Just face. "Come here, Sis," she said, waiving her hand holding the lipstick.She looked me over from side to side, then she applied lipstick to mylips."Pucker and blot," she instructed me. I put my lips together to spreadthe lipstick evenly and then used a tissue. Beth looked approvingly. Shetook a brush and began to fuss with my hair. When she was satisfied, shewalked over to the closet and took out a pocket book."Here," she said, handing the pocket book to me. "Lets get going."I took the pocket book and. She stormed down the doors with an incredible ease. Inside were the village elders, my f****y and all the other adult inhabitants. They were completely naked and chanting around a statue which had an enormous erect penis. There was a mischievous grin on the statue and it was human-size. Nadia raised me over her head as if I were a trophy and roared like a wolf. She paraded me around in display to the whole audience. “She’s my wench!” She shook me violently in the air. “She’s mine! I conquered.