Little snippets from thenight before danced in his brain. The sound of the hustle and bustle inthe bar. The smell of the toilets as Doyle had held him... The taste of hiscum. Art shook his head a little. What had he done? How had he let it getto that point? Questions raced through his brain, as fast as the hangoverwould let them. He could have stopped it, couldn't he? Why hadn't hestopped it? Had he wanted to stop it? Could he stop it now?The deep, hum of a phone text alert sounded from behind. Jumping up, I grabbed our digital camera. I wasn’t very gentle when I ripped it out of its case. She was surprised by my sudden departure, and maybe a little disappointed. She probably thought I wanted to get her to pose for me, and she’s not usually comfortable with that. But she seemed delighted when I said, ‘Take my picture.’, before returning to my oral play. She aimed the camera so that it could focus on my face in her twat. (FLASH) She captured the lower part of my face buried in her. ”“If I wanted to see the most interesting services, which services should I go to?”“The Twelve Gospels, which is Thursday night, and the Lamentations, which are Friday evening. And Pascha, of course.”“How long are those services?”“The Twelve Gospels is around four hours, start to finish. Lamentations are about ninety minutes. I can show you the services in the Lenten Triodion. Pascha is about four hours, plus the party afterwards.”“Are the services the same every year?”“Identical. My first. I could see my stockings and panties through thepetticoat and I thought how sexy it looked. I took off my blouseand decided to stay dressed like this for a while.The phone rang and when I answered it I found it was Sally Annewho said "Hello darling. Are you having fun?"We chatted for a few minutes and I told her about my meeting, thesurprise I had when I found what she had done and where I hadchanged.Sally Anne then told me to take off my petticoat and to sit onthe bed. I did as I was told. She.