I could never thank him enough for his thoughtful counsel, he deserved nothing less than my absolute respect. "Yes, father," I said, "thank you, fathe.... For my own sake then - and Hazel's?" "By 'eck," he said, "will you two ever set your hearts on marriage?" "Only to each other, father." "Be off with you," he said, "and be sure to look your best for Postlethwaite." Father smiled and sighed, a response that reflected the paradox of our time, one that saw remarkable progress walking hand in hand. She snaps her fingers and Laila climbs on top of her.“I find that raw, unrestrained sex turns all masks to ash. Reveals our true nature. Isn’t that right, Laila?”Laila nods vigorously.Jesus. How far gone is the woman I knew?Wendigo pulls the ball gag off and Laila feasts on the cool semen still decorating her face. “See?” She pulls Laila into a lazy kiss of passion, swapping my spunk back and forth in a filthy display of eroticism that has my prick throbbing up and down like a pendulum.Wendigo. It was located in an erstwhile retail unit in a largely abandoned industrial estate on the outskirts of town. Getting out of the car, on a bleak November evening, Alexandra had smiled nervously at Conan who had remained sullenly impassive. “We are now master and slave,” was all he offered. She pissed a little in her lace panties. The ones her mother had lain out for her. “This...” she had offered, pointing at the windowless concrete bunker. Conan nodded and pushed her towards it. For a moment. Boldly, my hand slips beneath your shirt. I feel as if this is crossing some kind of new boundary - as if everything over the clothes was fine, but underneath is forbidden. I don't care. It excites me. You feel me getting even harder in my jeans, as I press my hands to the smooth soft skin of your breasts. I gently pinch and pull your nipple. You respond with a little sharp inhalation, and let it out in a long pleasurable moan. Not to be outdone, I feel you working at the front of my pants..