She had gone into the garden and cut a thick and a thin rod from the hazel nut bush for him to use. She had not known how wickedly flexible they would...be. With the green bark peeled off they seemed to glow like some evil white laser light. He hadn't used the thin rod. It was a lithe little number, less than ? inch thick and as long as her arm while the thick one looked more like a straight school cane of the more severe sort. Both were extremely supple and heavy because the freshly picked wood. If any of them make the connection... ''And why would they?' she pointed out. 'There's no reason for them to do extensive background research on your vacation. Even if they do make the connection, it would be easy enough to deny. Just say you were standing near the angel and never actually saw much. I don't think it's a serious risk.''OK, that makes me feel better. Still, I think I should coordinate with the community of Watchers down there.''That would make sense, but I don't think Rebecca or. Mimie wasn't a person, but rather the name of their dog. July the 12th was when they had brought her home.John went to computer and brought up the file folder. When prompted he entered "Mimie7/12". "Incorrect Password, Please Re-enter", came up. Hmmmm. He tried "Mimie712". The folder opened and he was confronted by a number of sub-folders.He ran his eyes over the titles. They all seemed innocuous. Among others, there were two folders labeled "Stories". No, one was "Other's Stories". He clicked. She gripped his cock tightly as his tongue moved up her pussy, lifting the delicate folds of skin protecting her clitoris. He sucked and teased it with his mouth and tongue, rubbing it hard and then pulling gently on her skin. She turned slightly towards him making it easier for him to lick her. Lying half on one side, her began gently rocking her hips lifting her pussy to his mouth. Brian was now finger fucking her in time to her thrusting hips whilst rolling his tongue over her hard clitoris..