ART 4 THE PLANTING OF HEAVAN'S SEEDHeavan has her huge tall daughter carry me up to the next floor where there was a special bed constructed with a sm...ll pocket that her daughter lay me down into it so my body was sunk down even with the bed ,strapping me in so I could not move or resist what ever Miss Heavan had in store for me , some thing about I being the one for the use ,for what use.Miss Heavan entered the room and sat next to me on the bed and told me what I had been chosen for I scanned the room and found no one matching that description. There were only two women in the lounge, a very young business traveler (judging from her navy blue business suit) who was surrounded by three men at a nearby table, and an attractive brunette at the far end of the bar. The brunette was being entertained by an obviously drunk man in a gray business suit, who it appeared was trying his best to put a move on her, as he was draped all over her. I couldn't see her skirt, and she did. Wir würden auf jeden Fall dort vorbeikommen. Wäre schön wenn du auch dort wärst. Also dann vielleicht bis später?" Achja, die zwei von gestern Abend...", fiel mir ein, "... echt süß..."2.Nachricht"Hallo Sandra, ich werde um 19 Uhr zu dir kommen und erwarte, dass du mich gebührend empfängst!", schallte mir die schroffe Stimme von Herrn Dr. Seifert entgegen...3.Nachricht"Hallo Sandra, hier ist Oskar. Ruf doch mal zurück, Maja und ich würden gerne noch heute Abend ein ausführliches Gespräch mit. She was puzzled – why had she not put her bra back on? It was nice though, having Michael holding her there and she did not stop him. She did not stop him when he squeezed or later ran his fingers over her nipples drawing them to attention. Annabel had glanced down and in the limited light cast by the bedside lamp had seen how very clearly they showed standing proud. Michael’s hand slipped into her dress to hold a breast, feeling the naked skin directly rather than through the thin blue silk..