No need to access any mystic senses, either... it was just the plain, vanilla-normal sense of one human feeling another approach. "You're wondering," ...aid Grandmother's voice, "why the park was so blasted empty for such a summer's day."Anya turned around, a little cross. "Now, Grandmother, tell me when you're going to do that. It's not very fair to be reading my mind without my permission."The venerable woman clucked her tongue. "Part of your training, dear. You should always have at least some. And then Gerhard and I noticed Elizabeth start to giggle to herself. I asked her what was so funny. Can you guess Bernard?" Several thoughts had run through Bernard's mind, none of them particularly pleasant, and he just shook his head. "Your wife got her laughter under control," Ingrid continued, "and said, 'I was just thinking. Bernard doesn't wear pumps!' Well, we all had a good laugh at that before getting more serious. You have probably figured out by now that we are interested in sex with. A male shirt?Why had a sex-bomb like Ashley been wearing a male shirt to a clubnight out? And why had she taken MY shirt instead of her own... Ifrowned again, casting my mind back to the last time I'd seen her.She'd fit 'perfectly' into this smaller shirt when I'd met her, but myshirt, a large, had barely contained her gigantic tits as she fled!Memories flooded back to me of a moaning Ashley bouncing sluttily on myrigid dick, giant tits dancing with minds of their own, bobbing andswaying to her. When they tried to cut off my finger she fought and was killed. They left her body in a park as a sign of what they would do to me. I had been frightened and slowly it became anger. My parents paid the two million crown ransom.Only I knew they would not let me go. I had seen their face and they had killed. I was tied to a chair in a storage room while they went to get the ransom. I bounced and jumped and broke the chair to get free. I untied the rope and then held one of the broken chair legs.