" Mom..." Kira said softly, "how is that fair? At least I'm on birth control..." But..." I started before pausing, "he ... he might have an STI..." Se...iously, do you think that's likely, Mom?" Kira said, narrowing her eyes."Possible ... he has been with Donnie..." Yeah, but ... they didn't fuck or anything."I let the curse word go without comment. I'd certainly used it that morning in the heat of the moment, and after what we shared, it seemed silly to try to censor her words. "Still possible,. Still... the dreams, the sword... everything pointed in that direction.Clearing his mind, he kept a sharp eye out for the person he was looking for. He was driving through a slightly larger town, and had to watch out for traffic as well paying attention to his line of direction.He saw a rambling building on the other side of the town, and pulled into its long manicured driveway. Many trees gave ample shade; while people in black robes, or black pants and shirts, were everywhere.He pulled into. Now the funny thing was, I was feeling quite perky when I got up this morning, full of the joys of spring you might say. I was looking forward to my day off and going for a drive, having a drink and a pub lunch at the end of it. But I guess that letter from the ‘Land of the Single Brain Cell’ should have been a warning for me about how the day was going to go. And it’s always the same with those kinds of people… in the best coward’s tradition, they never leave a name or address. They just lob a. We will make her sing for us, give her a G please. Petra knows what I mean. She fingers the G-spot.Petra make her come squirting three times till I ask for an A as next tone we want to hear from her.We play a ploy as I pull the plug the moment of her third orgasm. She can't hold her fluids anymore.Petra tells her to look at our floor of the sex studio and what a mess she made. You will pay for it!We enter her anal canal without any lubrication. It hurts her. She scares and screams. I fuck her.