A three quarter bed and a large double, tea and coffee, small kettle, TV, a small settee, and en-suite bathroom with shower over. The walls were an ac...eptable shade of beige with the colour being injected by the bedding, curtains and soft furnishings. There were the usual pieces of what I call ‘furniture’ art on the wall. The perfect, bland, setting that will not annoy anyone except the most rabid design freaks. I was quite happy with the room. It was pleasant and functional and did nothing to. I just let go of my resistance.I thrust my tongue up into her wet, creamy pussy-lips which were sagging down, dripping their salty sex-juices into my already wet face.We 69-ed for some 15-20 minutes, each of us reaching deep and feasting upon the others’ pudenda with the sweet cravings of a youngling in a candy-store.Back in the Jacuzzi, Cindy scissored my face with her still sensitive Pussy, while I licked, sucked, kissed and feasted upon her clitoris. She especially loved this part.After. Took her wallet, checked her Identification, drove home. Took her out of the trunk inside my garage, removed the plastic police cuffs from her wrists and ankles. Carried her down to the basement.Her new room was ready, sound proof and furnished, carried her in, stripped her naked and checked her body nice, sexy, young and nubile. Took a swab of her pussy, for testing to make sure she was clean, and disease free; then sat there. I examined her body as she lay there in a deep, drug induced sleep.. Cocksucking, motherfucking ... OW!" Shriek!" RATBASTARD!! ... You too, Doc! Goddamn! that hurts." CHARLIE! YOU WILL NOT NAME ... OH FUCK!... Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, MY LITTLE GIRL AFTER YOUR MOTHER!!" HER NAME IS MARY ANNE ... SEE TO IT!! You fucker!"There was a ton more and Grace and I treasured every single word. Adult words we knew we could use ... if we were just a little older.Lucile was admitted ... with a bad stomach ache at noon of New Years Eve, Friday, December 31, 1954.She was.