”She turned and walked past me, out of sight. I was dragged forwards to a heavy prie-dieu, my head forced downwards and I was lashed to it with yard... of rope.I wondered what the punishment might be. sister Helena’s voice spoke in my head.“I’m sorry, Tony,” she seemed to say, “the sentence is to be walled up alive. That is how I died. Perhaps you should have done some more research before summoning me. Our love-making has overwhelmed you. You have become part of me and will die with me.”“But you. A customer of mine sends me a bottle at Christmas time."Dad looked at the bottle and commented that it was distilled in Ireland."Yeah, people aren't too positive I'm Irish, but I am. My Great-Grandpap dropped the "O" in O'Reilly, but we still go back to the Old Sod every five years or so. My grandmother is still alive. She'll be a hundred and one this November. I want Fran to see her one more time before she passes on."I spoke up, "Fran was telling me about her. We have a tentative plan of. How many times had he got some doll all steamed up, and then when she slipped her hand over that skinny length of meat, felt it wilt in her grasp as she went into hysterical laughter over the misshapen thing?And even the pros hadn't been able to hide their smiles. Sure, some of them had tried to cover it up fast, then goofed just as bad by letting their pity for his deformity show all over the place. Who could maintain an erection under those conditions?He had sublimated like hell, driven. I thought they might be a fetish item." She said as she kept jerking me off. I loved looking into her eyes through her serious black ovals, It was at that time my sex reached the boiling point and I blew rope after rope of man sauce all over her glasses, beaded neck chains and fingers. In a deeper voice, drenched in sex, Helen said, ”Oh Gus, what did you do to Helen? Damn this is nice. I bet you will love the various pairs of half-glasses I have, black silver and gold, half-rounds and.