." I, I was clearing out some things.."A look of realisation dawned on the electricians face.. "Oh I get it.. You planned it.. You're a kinky little m...nx aren't you ?" A hint of a smile appeared on the young house wife's face..."No I'm a good girl... I'm not a slut... But if I've made you angry, then I'm willing to be punished.."The electrician wondered.." How the hell does she know that I'm a kink master? ... The kinky little minx wants me to take it from her" So... Began the electrician.. You. For Fenton, the cavalry were four particular associates. Associates, not friends, being a lawyer, Fenton had no friends, only associates. He still had enemies, though, and in great supply. The four associates Fenton had called were Roswell Harker, publisher of the ‘Northern Star’, the second highest circulating paper in Minnesota, Reverend Ezekiel Taylor, founder of the Organization of Traditional American Values and father of the previous victim, Edward Andrews, the Mayor of Minneapolis, and. As the full length of Alex’s cock filled my asshole, the pain dispersed and was replaced by the most intense pleasure.“Suzy you’re such a fucking slut!” Alex giggled.“No I think you’ll find I’m your slut! We’ll need to do this at least once a week!” I purred.“No problem Suzy!” He smiled “Now take my cock in your ass slut!”The situation and his words made me groan with absolute pleasure, as I began to rock my hips and fuck his cock as it pounded my asshole.“You’ll make me cum if you keep fucking. He teared up a bit as he put it on, and made a mental note to get a more manly chain. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and placed a picture of his parents on display. She was wearing the pendant in that picture. The note taped to the frame read, “Jason and Patty, at the beach,” with the date. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Are dreams wishes or housekeeping? Could they be influenced from whispers during the night? Shawn.