’ ‘I don’t know, you’ll have to ask them.’ ‘I did, they told me to mind my own business.’ Timothy shambled off to do his homework leavin... Cynthia to her meal preparations. Her thoughts drifted briefly to earlier that afternoon. She wondered if she should mention it to Brownlow. CHAPTER TWELVE Brownlow’s Story. Something had been bothering me ever since I left Cynthia and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Our investigations on the previous owners of the house had drawn a blank. The Swains had been. ’ Rachel lay down. I took some more stockings from the drawer and tied her, spread-eagled to the bedstead. Her shoulder length auburn hair fell across the pillows. ‘So, Rachel. Are you saying that you have had no sexual satisfaction for two years?’ ‘N… n… no Sir.’ ‘That’s not what you’re saying.’ ‘I… I… I… haven’t had sex with anyone else for two years, Sir.’ ‘Aha. But you have found satisfaction in other ways?’ ‘Yes Sir.’ The door opened behind me and Anya walked in, a smile of contentment. I lightly nibbledon her clit causing her to scream. Soon I heard her yelling, "I'm gonna come," and she did, but that didn't stop me.I was too in love with the taste of her. Her moans got softer, but were building faster this time. Shescreamed my name as if her life depended on it and she came again, squirting her juices all over my face and soaking my hair. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. I went down to clean her up again when Savanna grabbed my hair and pulled me away. "You. “How about we get some coffee?”“Sure,” she said, then after a short pause, asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”“Yes.”I pulled into the lot at the coffee shop in West Monroe and we went inside and got a booth. The waitress immediately filled our cups and we declined food, then continued our interrupted conversation.“As pretty as my sister?”“I think you’re asking the wrong question.”“What do you mean?”“There’s WAY more to attraction than just being what my friend Dale calls a ‘sex bomb’.”“Like.