“Dean, what kind of movie is this?”“It’s a foreign film called ‘Baudelaire’s Mistress’. It got great reviews.” She frowned up her face...“Don’t tell me there are subtitles.” Dean shrugged his shoulders. “Just try and keep an open mind.” She smiled and decided she would try. She knew Dean loved foreign films, and they had different standards of sex and nudity in other countries. She decided not to worry about it. The movie started out Ok, but 10 minutes into it she felt like she was watching. Enough about me, I'm sure you're more interested in your fate. You should be afraid. But you should also be happy. Remember, I know what you truly want. And true to my word, I fully intend to keep my end of our bargain. To give you exactly what you want. What you really want. Even if you don't know what that is. What you crave. What your soul so desperately desires. What you want is to loose your self. To give up the cruel world that doesn't understand you. To leave it all behind. Find some one. While she worked intently to get my cock out without hurting me, I put my hands on either side of her head and began to stroke her short blonde hair. Just as she unwrapped my dick from inside my shorts, I could feel her gasp at the excitement of seeing it again. She drew it out and it began to point straight at her. Gently she licked the slit in its head and I could feel a silent, small tremor occur in her body, a reaction to the post- orgasm fluids that had accumulated there. I smelled mostly. Let's see what we have for lunch."Jack had thrown a bunch of stuff into a big brown paper bag; the kind with two handles made out of twisted brown paper that people used to use before plastic. I saw four juice boxes — two apple and two grape. There were a couple of premade shrimp cocktails, the ones in the weird shaped glasses with shrimp sitting in cocktail sauce and a pry off metal lid, a good size chunk of sharp cheddar and five or six pieces of fruit. He'd added a knife for the cheese and.