Et pour lui fai fait ce que je n'avais jamais fait avant : j'ai trompé ma femme. Je veux dire que j’ai revu Igor en cachette, en le priant de venir...me retrouver sans Valérie. Il a accepté. Le rendez-vous était fixé dans une chambre d’hôtel, tout était clair, je ne cherchais pas à le revoir «en copain». Je voulais qu’il devienne mon amant. C’est d’ailleurs la question qu’Igor m’a posé presque tout de suite. Je lui ai répondu que je ne comprenais pas ce qui m’arrivait. J’ai cherché à savoir quels. From the native Fakirs of India, monks of the Himalaya Mountains in Tibet, the shamans of the Mongols and the Shaolin temples of China, she had visited and learned.Not just the mystical arts, but the spiritual guidance or way of the warriors.Setting up she pulled the bell cord next to her bed to let the kitchen know she was up and to bring her breakfast. Though it was a bright morning shining through her bedroom window she had a feeling of unease. There was a quiver in her guts; her wards gave. It was the repetition that was the hardest part to endure for Joyce; excitement was not something that just came in the mail. So it was not an unwelcome surprise when a letter was given to her by the floor supervisor making his rounds.She offered a quick thank you, then minimized her computer screen and tore open the seal on the envelope. Inside was a single folded piece of paper that had written in print; “OPEN YOUR E-MAIL AND CLICK YES ON OUR TERMS OF SERVICE!” Joyce looked over the brief yet. Renee nodded her head no. He then turned to Emily and said, “Good, but we need you to be a little more reasonable.”Emily was then doused with water, also exposing her breasts and pussy under her panties and bra. She was then put on the wooden pony, set so high that Emily had to stay on her tip toes to stay off of the sharp edge in the middle. Her hands were released and cuffed behind her as she struggled to stay on her tippy toes to keep her pussy off the pony. The jock turned to Renee and.