As the waistband slid down my hips it pulled my erection down with it, causing it to bounce back up like a diving board as I slid them down my legs to...kick them off.Christine sat up to watch me undress as she smiled seductively. A smile I had never seen before from her, but had fantasized about. She laid back to open her tan thighs for me, exposing the pleasure I was about to savor.I knelt at the foot of the lounge chair, moving my face to the pleasure she had opened for me. Her lips were a. Not only was theimage immenselystrong but it also made my poor cock try to grow hard. Ahopeless littlesound that made Daddy chuckle even more, escaped me as Irealized thatthey were right. At the same time another image filled mymind, that of theshemale mistress tightening the rope around my neck asshe fucked me. It was then Irealized, really realized, for the first time that my lifeof slavery wouldnot lead to a comfortable retirement, but rather to abrutal end at thehands of Daddy. He had. I reach over and quickly stroke Anna'a hand. I feel her fingers trembling a little. I let go and open up the door. I walk over to my wife and smile. "Are you sure you're up to this baby?" I force myself to sound concerned that she is leaving not eager.She smiles at me somewhat pensively. "I'll be okay. I just took some more medicine and I'll get through tonight and then come home and stay in bed all weekend." She looks at me. "Are you feeling ok? You look a little flushed."I grimace. "I'm. " he started flipping back and forth in the book. His eyes widened and he said, "Celtic?" he said in surprise. His brow furrowed in concentration and he said, 'but older, Druidic ... very early Druidic." Then he said, "Keys ... Three keys will open the door to..." he said slowly, looking back and forth from the ceramic shard and the book. "Damn, damn, damn. It changes again," he muttered. "A different language. And the different language ... is..." he muttered as he compared symbols on the.