Jill made a soft "oh" sound as the stinking hot cum filled her, then found its way back along her tunnel and gushed out around the big black stopper a...d poured down her thighs, coating her stockings down to her knees.Jills' body hung down inertly and she vomited a small amount of yellow bile. Peter decided it was now time for his feed and pushed himself backwards, kicking her painfully in the ribs as he freed himself. As his cock flopped out of her cunt, a fresh gush of cum splashed out of her. She had been living in London with an artist. His name was Wendall, and apparently they were both doing well there. She owned an art gallery in the Battersea district, while he was a painter. He wasn't really famous yet, but he was becoming popular. Their life was very intriguing to me. When Kate and Pierce spoke of their daughter Gwen the pride was easy to hear. I had known her before, of course. She had been there at my mother's funeral, and we had visited sporadically over the years before. ..walking one step behind John and to his right, she tried tomaintain her pose and look straight ahead... but her eyes wanted tofollow the walls of the room and the sights they held. Every fetish andbondage fantasy she had ever had were being displayed before her. Thiswas not S&M. This was restraint... display.... paintings where the canvaswas a body... collared slaves such as herself were in the vastminority... most were in leather, latex, or steel. and flesh... losts offlesh was on. Without downplaying my companions, I only wondered if these volunteers were really the best ones they could get.A week later, we were still a half day’s journey behind our target, but since the Lieutenant had made the decision that we’d visit the nearby village for some food and news, we’d drop back some more. As I had no way to stop this from happening, I decided to take the best of it and I wrote a short letter to Saga. Once the letter had been signed with the official ‘Guardian seal’ that.