But while others followed the making of statues and portraits, the Chin family concentrated on the written word.When Mr. Chin’s great-grandfather si...ned on to the Folly, it was to work in the agriculture area. Over time he gained permission to grow the various plants needed to create paper and ink. The paper he produced was of the finest quality. Any paper with imperfections or errors was destroyed, and he would start over. But this was only part of the art. The Chin true artistry was with ink. “Are you going to fuck Allison? I know you’ve always wanted to,” Jillian asked her husband.“Yea, John said I could nail the little bitch,” her husband replied.“How do you know she’ll let you?” Jillian asked.“John got himself in a pickle and his innocent young wife had to use her hot little pussy to get him out of it,” Brodie replied.“You’re telling me Allison fucked someone to keep John out of trouble,” Jillian said.“Not only fucked him, but apparently sucked him off too,” Brodie said.“I never. Although I doubt I totally understood what was going in the pictures, my first sexual memories were of jacking off to women being tied up, whipped and abused. During class I would daydream about keeping the girl sitting next to me tied up naked in my closet and the things I would do to her when I got home from school. It was early '70s and porn was was starting to loosen up and become more extreme and my own tastes were following along as I grew up. I was pretty much able to get any sort of. I would say one guy was about my age in his mid-forties but was carrying a lot more weight than I am. The other guy was much older, sixties or maybe even seventies. As they came closer there was something about the two girls that made me feel uncomfortable, you know that déjà vu feeling. I couldn’t put my finger on what caused it, but it’s a feeling I don’t like. Mary, the barmaid, who was outside collecting the empty glasses, said, ‘Good afternoon’ to them. The big guy returned her greeting in.