"Mme Wallace," he said in French, "I am Villion. It is a pleasure to meet you. M Schellen has briefed me about you and the project." My pleasure, M Vi...lion. This is M Harms, my engineer and partner. Let's go over here in the shade and talk."They moved across the car park and found a bench under the shade of an oak tree well away from the blackened bit of dirt where Dumont's car once stood. Helen sat down and indicated a place for Villion. They began a discussion of the project, and Villion. Cerys had crossed out some items although some alarming ones (“needle play”, “knife play”, as well as “scarring, branding tattooing and other permanent marking” among others) were still on the list. Cerys had added “sissification, cross dressing, forced feminisation” on one line and “public displays, public humiliation” in another part. She’d also scribbled, “M. agrees that she will not reveal the existence or content of the contract.” So, Allison thought, whatever Gordon wants he isn’t too. . taking your hand I put it on my cock again, now positioned right between your legs.Again you gently pumped it, but this time grinding my helmet along your hot, wet slit.. the hairs adding to the sensation, not painful, but enough to temper my arousal as I fought for self control. After a while you raised your hips, pulling my cock closer to your slippery hole. I pushed forward slightly, and was rewarded with a glorious feeling as my helmet popped into your sopping cunt. I pulled your hand. ”“There’s not enough time,” Gillen said softly. “By the time we got the body to a temple, the hour will have passed.”“Maybe they can bring her back outside the hour?” Myllyn tried.“You know they can’t,” Gillen said quietly. “No one has the power to bring back the dead beyond an hour; not and have it still be Lin inhabiting the body.”Myllyn nodded. For a while, he just sat there, tears streaming down his face. Gillen wanted to cry, too. Lin. Bouf. It was such a waste – and it was all her fault..