I have the feeling that in a certain way, you actually love me. When you told me to hand you the slipper I did not want to do that but for a couple o... reasons. The first being is that I knew it was really going to hurt, maybe not as much as a hairbrush but close. But the second was that you had told me that you really did not enjoy giving those serious of spankings and I did not want to make you do something you did not feel comfortable with.”It was my turn. “Khrys. I do not enjoy bringing. ." All of a sudden a strange feeling took over me I became voracious with an AWESOME hunger! I pressed my face into her, h**d, I licked her from the top of her wet slit to her puckered rosebud. I wiggled my face side to side, I felt possessed by a demon! I was addicted to this dusky wet thing hidden between a woman's legs.. This thirst would haunt me throughout my life! I suddenly became aware of her moaning, her grasping at my hair, pressing me deeper into her... her smooth, creamy white. Her mind became instantly resolved!She would send off for some brochures in the morning! Once she had details of sundry exotic and sybaritic holidays in far away and very sunny places, she would book herself a few weeks of Paradise! At the same time, she wondered what Douglass would think about this. He had better go along with it, she thought - goodbye Douglass if he did not!She looked out of the window and saw that it was still dark. It would not be for long, though, she thought, before the. ?I mixed one when I heard you fumbling at thedoor. Bottoms up.' ?Chin chin,' he mumbled as he drained his glass while Eleanor watched himwith a slight smile. ?You should toddle off to bed now,' Eleanor said. ?Yes,' he said, his brain suddenly fuzzy. ?I'm tired.' George woke with a thick tongue, eyes that felt like they had half of BrightonBeach behind the eyelids and a frightful pain in his privates. Blearily, he stumbled to the bathroom and fumbled with his pyjama trousers.Instead of his.