After all it must be for the person dispensing the discipline to have the deciding vote on all things. Maybe that was Vicky’s destiny, Emilie finall... decided. The fifteen minutes were up and Vicky announced, “Right ladies, you are released.” Emilie and Marian were still sniffing back tears but they both turned to look at a now smiling Vicky. Without even thinking both rubbed their still stinging bottoms as they waited to be told what to do. Suddenly neither felt able to make a decision and. But she’d made a little shrine to Shiva on one corner of the buffet in the dining room and had a batik of Ganesha for a window blind in the bathroom. No one seemed to mind when these little touches showed up. Kali wasn’t a stretch.I remembered Char talking about eating her father’s organs in her dark fantasy and it reminded me of a phrase in Medea that I’d nearly passed up. Of course, I had to re-read the whole damn play before I found it. Fortunately, that only takes an hour or less. I found. ’ The former Czech intelligence operative had good reason to address him that way, for the man who employed him was indeed a member of Britain’s upper house, a hereditary Lord whose mother’s second husband just happened to be Jean-Pierre Massimo’s father’s second wife. The London team had bollixed the job, though the death of Massimo, his step-brother, was hardly saddening for him. ‘Alan Marshall,’ Lord Thornbow thought to himself. ‘I should have known.’ All of this could have been avoided if. .. do you want me to?”“Are you stroking your cock, babe?” Kate asked.“You know I am,” Matt quickly answered.“Your dick’s all hard from the pictures?” Kate continued.“Like a steel rod.” Kate could feel the cream gushing from her moist, wet, swollen folds. That image made her crazy.“Come in, babe,” Kate typed. “Hurry.”Moments later, the doorbell rang. Jack sent Kate to answer the door naked, and she hurriedly ushered Matt in. Although Matt reached to embrace her, Kate stepped back.“He says you.