" I didn't remember anything happening last night, but why?As I put in the first tape, I suddenly became very nervous at what I was about to see. The ...ape started with a figure moving about my semi-dark room and the light from the open curtains telling me someone was in my room. I was sound asleep in the bed as a hand removed the covers, exposing my naked body. Then a very small needle was quickly poked into my ass, sending a d**g racing into my body. The d**g didn't put me back out but it made. "So what would be proper?" Jeremy asked."I sorta of had exposure for what he is in mind. Also we probably need to take all his money," I suggested."And how do we do that exactly?" Jeremy asked on the drive back to the suite."I don't know. Usually you find what a person wants most, then you use that to steal their money," I further suggested. "In the priest's case, I think he wants to be a saint. But more than that he wants to keep on making money while pretending to be a saint." So we expose. Is there a sub-text?’ I was angry and could not work out why. ‘Just because I am doesn’t mean I write all my women as dykes.’ ‘I wasn’t suggesting you did. I was merely asking.’ Her voice was even and soothing. Emily’s eyes sparkled in the pub’s low lighting and I had the strong impression she was playing with me. ‘We’ll see,’ she said rather enigmatically and then changed the subject. That night in bed I ran my fingers over my breasts and between my legs and my mind’s eye was full of Emily. I. We went to one of the clothing stores, and Kris was taking a lot of time trying on several outfits…both Jenni and I were starting to get irritated frustrated. I made a comment to Jenni about going in there and helping her…I mean, did she get lost or something?! Just that comment got my mind going…I couldn’t help it! I started thinking about Kris in the changing room, naked except for the sensible white cotton panties and bra I knew she wore…her long, black hair flowing down her back over her.