Taking her in my arms, I unlocked and entered the solid wooden door to the right of the sex room, to my own dungeon. The air there was cooler and the ...cent of wood and leather was all around the place. Crossing the polished wooden room, filled with devices, apparatus of all kinds, the St. Andrew's Cross on one side and a gibbet cage hanging from the ceiling at the other corner of the room, the pillory, the wooden horse – my personal favorite – and some others... I placed her over the central. Alice got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back in the room, she carried a note.Alice said, “Jim left us a love note. ‘Alice, Penny, and Dave. Last night was the most fabulous and memorable night of my life. I will be around tonight if you guys are. I get back to the hotel about 5:30. I want to hear more about your Circle. Dinner? What now? I don’t want to lose contact with any of you. Love, Jim Goodman.’ He left his phone number. Shall we stay in town? I looked and there’s some kind. Downstairs in the hotel foyer, friends and family were congregating.Emily stoically weathered the sympathy’s from those she knew and strangers alike, though she didn’t stray far from her father, hanging onto his side possessively.During the service, Clive sat between his wife and daughter. His wife clutching a bundle of tissues, his daughter clutching his left hand on her lap. He had squeezed her right knee as they had sat down, in what he had hoped was a supportive reassuring manner. Her knee. (Shut up, idiot. I haven’t done it even once).I was sad. I put on my ‘dad’ face, and now I rubbed my fingers around her nipples and started to pinch them. She started to increase the pace of her hand on my dick. I was moaning. She suddenly pulled my foreskin back and took the soap in her right hand.She started applying on my dick head in heavenly pleasure both physically and mentally. It was both pleasure and a little pain as she was doing it faster. I started to pinch her nipples as she worked.