I’m just so… out of my depth here. I feel like I’m floundering all over the place. I’m trying to deal with the conflict of sexual experiment...tion and my strict Anglican upbringing, then you add in how possessive I get of Ron and I’m just going in all these different directions. I mean, I really want to do this, but I feel so guilty about it.”Angelina stood and gave her a hug. “I’m glad I could help. You should spend some time with Alicia. She went through that several years ago, just. “I think you should, but when you do ask yourself whose interest he is going to have in mind, when he sends you to jail with a lot of career criminals. Some of whom still work for the group you were previously involved with. Let me tell you these guys will kill you, and your family without a second thought to stay out of prison themselves.” I suggested.“I still want to talk to my lawyer,” the commissar demanded.“Go for it,” I said. “In the meantime we will try to keep you alive.”“Why are you. I half expected it to start speaking to me. If it could it would have said,"Stroke me." Which is exactly what I did next. With two pulls from my right hand I was witness to an eruption of volcanic proportions. If the juice had poured out any harder I would have gone airborne. I sat there stunned watching my cock jerk itself off. Naturaly I began to literaly gave it a hand. Then the challenge was to keep from spraying the ceiling while I tugged as hard as I could. As it was, there was a. ”“Well it is almost five. How about cocktails?” Vera smiled sweetly.She took Kirsten to one of the better bars in town. It was one of the older places, an establishment of sorts. For Kirsten the place always conjured up imagines of chain smoking Russian anarchist refugees in the 1930s. She imagined bearded men in suits arguing how the counter revolution against the Bolsheviks should be led.Thankfully, Vera took the conversation to neutral ground for a while. Kirsten enjoyed her company. It.