Her husband was browsing through the entertainment section of the newspaper to see what was on the television that evening."Hey listen to this, John. ...Here is a piece about a group who is coming to Vancouver soon and they will be playing your Beethoven stuff!" said Mr. Miller.John's eyes lit up: "Really Dad? Who are they? What will they play?" It says here that it's the, umm, Montpelier Quartet. They will be playing the complete cycle of Beethoven's quartets. Say, I didn't know this. Call me if you really need me, though. I'm here for you, even now.* *Good night, Lena. Thanks**You're welcome. Good night.*-------------------------------------------------------------------------Lena contemplated her young friend's situation. She was only starting tobecome aware of her parents as people, rather than as her parents. AndLena, for one, did not find them particularly likable. They loved theirdaughters unconditionally, and did their best for them. But outside oftheir somewhat. I get my laptop and hook up the web cam so that I can broadcast my slave. I have it showing my slave and only my high-heeled shoe as it is rubbing across his cock and balls. Now I prepare a q-tip with some bengay lubricating it and then I slide the q-tip into his cock along with the catheter tube that is in there. His moans become louder. After about an hour, I move the cam and tell him that it is time to release his enema. I loosen the rope to his neck and guide him across the room to the. What a slut you are. My cock hurts. Trapped in my jeans, rock hard, yearning for release inside you - I can already feel the sweet yielding of your pussy as I take you. You're looking up at me now, one arm covering your breasts, the other trying to hike your skirt up again. But it's way too late for that, and you know it. I firmly grip your skirt with both hands, and tear it completely off you. Pure a****l lust - I can barely control myself now. If I don't have you soon I can't be held.