After what seemed like a long time the women had finished pricing andtagging all the clothes in the new order. Lance then felt movement as therack was...being moved, he saw they were moving it out into the store. Theywheeled it up to a rack with other colored blouses on it and placed Lanceand the other blouses on it and then moved on to put the other clothes inthe proper places. Lance was horrified "I'm not a blouse!, I don't want tobe sold!" he thought. As horrified as Lance was he could only. So after about four months I had to raise the ante, so to speak, and started talking to her while I was fucking her telling her how much the sight of her fucking Norm had turned me on, and how much I wanted to watch her fuck and suck other men. We called this 'dirty talking' while we were fucking.I could tell Lydia was a little uncomfortable with me talking to her about how erotic the sight of her fucking Norm was to me and how I became so excited that my cum was boiling up in my balls and cock. He stood between my legs, sniffing my crotch. I wanted to shoo him away, but I was too weak.Ryan smiled down at me.“I know this must be confusing,” he said, “but it will all make sense soon enough.”I said nothing.“I know you’ve been wondering about the family secret. Believe me when I say you’re not the only one.” He paused to give me a reassuring smile. “So here it is. The family secret can be summed up in one word. Bestiality.”I didn’t react. And this time it wasn’t because I couldn’t move. I. She’s smiling at me. She’s holding something shiny. What is it? Oh god?6 months earlierI arrived in Paris looking forward to the biggest challenge of my career so far. My employer, a well-respected academic publisher, had assigned me to work with Christopher Crawford, the philosopher. We were going to publish a new volume of his collected letters and essays, and I was to help edit them. Because he refused to travel to London, I was sent to work with him in Paris. Crawford had lived in France.