‘Are your efforts bearing fruit?’ ‘Not yet. Honestly, if she doesn’t conceive by December, I might give up and let you have a go,’ Patrick o...fered. Sam looked him directly in the eye. ‘I’m happily married. Besides, I will probably be back in India next semester to investigate the Nothapodytes nimmoniana again.’ ‘I was only joking.’ ‘Of course you were. I just wanted to make things clear. Anyway, there is a Montreal International Jazz Festival performance tonight. Let’s go to it.’ ‘Francis is. Steve then ran a finger up and down Dianne's arse crack and she said, in a slightly shaky voice, "You know that you had to fuck me after you did that the other night." Yep," answered Steve as he continued dragging a finger up and down between Dianne's buttocks. Steve stopped fingering her arse crack but only to put his tongue in there and Dianne squirmed and writhed at this new sensation, "Oh Steve, oh Steve," she almost whispered as she got close to cumming. Steve was rimming her arse hole and. She looked good and felt hungry to inflict pain. Her pussy was already tingling at the thought of splitting flesh with her bullwhip, making the little bitch down in the dungeon squeal for mercy.The boxy windowless room, lit gloomily by a low watt bulb, was sparsely furnished and carpetless, containing a solid oak chest of drawers, crammed with bondage clothing, makeup and sex toys, with an armless office swivel chair pushed against it. Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ played tinnily on a pair of little. A veryfussy and feminine bridal gown, which reminded me of Princess Diana'swedding day, was draped over a chair, which was placed in front of largemirror.I was then shown through another door which connected to the otheroffice. Inside were two of my fellow "actors". "This is Leroy and Ron"Petra gestured. I shook hands with each man. Her previous description ofLeroy was correct: he was a huge guy and I suspected that when it came totime for action he'd make me and probably the other men feel.