Still you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, you could still be a nice person..” The candour of the judgements amused Blue. She smiled at the lad... with genuine affection that one independent lady has for another. “Thank you.. You must be…” and she paused so that she could regain enough composure to say the name without a gratuitous smile….”Mrs Magillicuddy.” “That’s right. Let me show you around. and then you can settle in. Or would you like a cup of tea first?” “No thanks”…There was no mention. "You should enjoy those feelings and fantasies, especially when you have a lover, like Tina, who will help you realize them. But remember that you shouldn't give them to just anyone. They're yours, and precious, and should only be shared with someone you love and trust," said Jane. "But there's more, isn't there? You like other things that aren't just about physical pain, don't you?"Cindy nodded, her heart beating a mile a minute, as this amazing woman read her like a book. One with really. Donald was disappointed to see she was now wearing her nightshirt, essentially a long white tee that went down to her thighs. Her nipples poked at the thin, semitransparent material, which was a small consolation. And her smooth toned legs were clearly visible.“You are beautiful,” said Donald. “Did I ever tell you that if you weren’t my daughter...”“Literally every day,” she sighed, shaking her smiling head at him. Her father, the pervert. He was too embarrassing to live, let alone be president. "Vladimir kicked the chair out from under him. Volodymyr felt the crushing pressure against his throat immediately. His eyes closed on an impenetrable wall of white pain. His legs kicked spasmodically and he quickly lost both of his pretty gold sandals. He was hanging, barefoot, his painted toes stretched in vain almost a foot above the floor."It's happening," Olena said, excitedly, clapping her hands, "finally... I didn't think the stupid bitch would ever do it..."Vladimir laughed huskily. He.