.." Word is, Guv, that he will be moving here." A smile crept over the face of the aged gentleman who looked at the pictures. "I want a low-profile, a...d try and pick up any of these weak links. That guy, he came at the end and he's local, Kadema, let's go pay him a visit and see if we can find out any more about him. But we keep it quiet. I don't want him scared off. I don't want Kadema knowing what's going on. Keep it subtle." No Guv. But what about umm, those three?" I know 'em. I'll deal. ”“Perhaps morally, but certainly not legally. Anyway, I wanted to ask you about Grierson, I’ve never heard of him.”“Neither had I until I read that someone gave Grierson on Documentary to Dupain in 1947. The book defined the need for photography without pretence. The slogan was ‘the creative treatment of actuality’. Grierson was a maker of documentary film, in fact he coined the term in a review in 1926. ‘Art is not a mirror, ‘ he wrote, ‘but a hammer. It is a weapon in our hands to see and say. She moved against me and kissed me deeply, sliding her hand under my waistband. “I don’t want you to come quickly and I want you to do something for me first,” she whispered She pulled her panties down and we moved to bed. She pulled me toward her and looked down. With her fingers, she parted her vagina lips. “Lick me there?” she asked. I slid down her body and immediately licked her opened lips, which were as wet as I was hard. I get especially turned on by cunnilingus and I could almost have. He attaches cruel clips to my balls and cock, spiteful searching pain aggravated when he smacks my cock and balls. I moan and writhe surrendering the last vestiges of will power to him. He removes them and the pain is worse as the blood returns. He removes the suction caps and my tits stand blood filled and vulnerably gross on my chest so he can pin wheel them and flick them and make me squirm and I admit that for this slave, tit torture connects directly to my arse and makes me crave to be.