I figured it was safe to head home. I would avoid going anywhere near the studio until my mother told me it was safe.When I arrived home at a little a...ter seven o’clock my mother was on the phone with one of her clients. “Yes, it is ready. I sent a photo to your phone. I will ship the original out to you tomorrow. You’re welcome, Fred”Mom put her phone away, “Arthur, You’re back.” Mom motioned to me with her hand, “Come, come, have a glass of wine with me to celebrate.”“You finished the. She was scared. But she was excited.Jim, the attorney stepped away and came over to where I was seated. He leaned over and quietly asked, "I'm all for a little gangbang, Dave. I just want you to tell me that this isn't a rape."I smiled at Jim and said, "She got on a plane yesterday morning and flew all of the way here to experience this sort of thing, Jim. If you want I can show you some of her emails. She is nervous. But she hasn't said 'stop' has she?"We both turned our attention back to Inga. I use to steal my dad’s porn magazines and then rub myselfto an earth shattering orgasm all the while fantasizing about the beautifulwomen playing with themselves in the pictures. Ever since that first orgasm I wanted, no, more like needed to learn everythingthere was to know about how to pleasure myself. I was so uninhibited and alsouneducated. I was so turned on by women and still had no real interest in boys,(for there was never a man in any of the pictures in the magazines I was stealing)I. As she hugged him close to her chest as if protecting him from what she felt were the lies of the man before her, she spoke with the wrath only a woman of her mettle could muster:"I shall hear naught of this! I owe my life to Amonas and no one else, bless him for eternity! You spoil his name and blemish his honor in front of his wife and child! Have you no shame?"Perconal tried to appease her, bowing low in apology and motioning her to sit down once again:"You misunderstand me, dear Celia. I.