She always said she was an innocent party, and she had just got lead astray by others, and that no way would she put herself into those compromising s...tuations. Seeing her at work tonight though in front of those two guys showed a different side to her. It made me think that during those previous experiences she may well have offered herself more easily than she made out. Her flirting, her open posture, the way she moved showed her to be more of a slut needing a fix of cock rather than an. How he had lifted their burden of guilt. Taken away their disappointments. Freed them from their frustrations.And the bane of their intelligence.Yes. Fink might have started all this out of egotism and greed. But he knew that was all in the past. He was a savior now, the liberator of female misery.He sighed and emptied his glass.High time to wrap it up!The lights in the vast hall dimmed.All lights did, except the ones over the throne at the centre. They had been glaringly white before the. I had been hard from the time Nao had taken my hand on the beach to well past the time she'd kissed me. Her fragrance lingering on my jacket didn't help deflate matters any. I'd thought the case of blue balls I'd suffered after that games night on camp was bad, but this was unbelievable! It felt like my whole pelvis was collapsing in on itself. After the thirty minute bus ride home I ended up limping from the bus stop to my house. What was worse, when I let myself in the front door, I was. Andreas walks us through the controls of the bikes and starts them up. The Ducati starts up and sounds angry, the revs jumping instantly up before settling to a lumpy cold idle. The bike sounds like some huge feline cat, a panther or a mountain lion, that has been woken too early from her sleep. The Agusta roars awake with similar cacophony, the revs ripping through our bodies. Andreas reminds us that we should let each bike warm up for a few minutes before driving, and also reminds us that.