I'm Allan Sheppard by the way, just your average burnt-out, thirty yearold hippie type dude into astrology and the occult bookstore partyscene. I'm a ...earded and stout cheerful fellow who happens to be gay -not an arrogant know-it-all occult faggot like Fred Majowski.He's a righteous health food fanatic and I love to party till I puke(sort of)... believe it or not, we actually get along too. SometimesFred Majowski would visit my boozy, smoke-filled weekend parties withhis latest sexual conquest. “„I say...just look at this arse. I don't think our Chloe would like to feel a cane across that in an hour or so's time!“I stood up and looked at the young girl's bottom. It was certainly a terrible mess. It was not only red and purple but, at the edges, now yellow and black. It was amazing to know that Full Treatment could clear all that up in a little more than twenty four hours.„Mmmm...certainly looks very tender,“ I said, running my hand over the hot flesh. Chloe flinched. That was it. I immediately agreed, took her address and ensured to reach her home.It was 8:30 in the night when i reached her home. I was still in m,y formal dress as i was coming directly from office. Rang the door bell, door opened and she was there in her night gown. Gown was a bit above her knees with strap on shoulders. Her boobs were a bit saggin and i understood that she is not wearing bra. WE sat for five minutes. She wanted the massage in her room. I suggested a warm milk would be the. Or at least this Carter was. She simply knew it.And consequently, she remained still, as, she noted, did he. No doubt like her he wanted this to last longer than a few seconds. If she did to Carter any of the kinds of things that she did to Elisha, instant transmission of semen was the certain result.The mutual immobility eased for just a moment a build up of sexual tension within her which had seemed inexorable. She actually regained, briefly, the presence of mind to glance at Carter's three.