. in preparation, as she hoped for John to bugger her. Her own passions were now getting the better of her; she had a great desire to see the girl fuc...ed and buggered mercilessly, fucked and buggered by her husband. She remembered that her father had once tentatively tried to frig her, but had abandoned the effort when she had not immediately responded. But she had really wanted him to seduce her, and now, in a sense, she would have the experience in a substitute way.John was approaching his. We stopped for bread and cheese and vegetables at a grocery. At the Inn the young poet waited. We had seen the Amazon's truck, much to her relief, so we tapped at his door. Waking from a nap, his eyes blurry, he greeted us with a stupid grin. "I'm in love," he said. We chuckled and told him to get his shit together for the movies. I explained my involvement. "Cool," he said, shutting the door in my face. We ate our mini dinner in the suite awaiting the young poet. He arrived showered clean. He was so proud of himself, especially when people started clapping, he was such a narcissist. Anyway, when we got back and we were having a party, l was telling everyone about it and Jack said that he would like to take me dogging. I didn’t know what he meant but he explained that he had seen films of women doing it on the internet, we even went in to our computer and he showed me some clips, it looked exciting so l said l would give it a try.”“Did you let strangers fuck you Mum, did you take. “You know, maybe you’d like me to try another approach. Perhaps there’s something else I could do to make you talk?” As she spoke her fingers strayed downwards, slipping onto the nymphs thighs and brushing gently against her inner leg. Clarissa answered in a breathy voice.“If you're admitting that I’m just too tough for your pathetic spankings then maybe you could try something else.” Her tone was mocking, even through her heavy breaths. “I didn’t think the Archmage was such a pushover.”Teluri.