He was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. ...he new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.The head monk said, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies. ‘Tape her with their legs open to show more detail of her pussy.’ I moved her ankles apart and taped each one individually so that she couldn’t pull them back together. ‘Okay, let’s take a photo for our client.’ Dave stood back and snapped a couple of candid photos of the romantic sleeping couple. They were really unconscious and didn’t move even with the flash going off. ‘Dave, are you sure they are alive.’ ‘Yeah, he said stepping closer and said pointing. ‘Look, they’re both breathing.’ He. ”I gave him a little smile, and we both went to sleep.I was hoping my holding out to get fucked didn’t discourage daddy fromtrying some of my fantasies. Friday of his first week back teaching, I could tell he’d had a bad day, the second he got home. I tried to be soft and loving and suggested we go to bed where I could relieve his stress.Daddy said, “I really need something a little stronger honey. I’d like it if you dressed up like you did when you started trying to seduce me, but don’t wear. “Philip?” I whispered. I couldn't speak properly as there was something in my throat. I coughed but it wouldn't budge.“Don't worry, my Darling, It's just a tube to help you breathe under the anaesthetic. They will remove it when we get you back to the ward.”“Ward?!” I coughed again, “Where am I?”Philips eyes looked moist and bloodshot.“You are in the hospital, Sweetheart.” He squeezed my hand. “Don't worry now, you are fine.”I didn't understand but I was exhausted and the tube felt like a drain.