We finally reached the flat and the first thing she did was remove her heels and take a breath of relaxation. I said, “Wow, you really hate your hee...s, don’t you?” And she said, “No, I don’t hate them, I’ve been wearing it for so long so that’s why.”I asked her to relax on my bed while I make coffee. I went to the bathroom and changed into black shorts and a grey full sleeve t-shirt. I went to the kitchen to make coffee.I came to the room with two cups of coffee and gave one to my colleague. Certainly it is easy to come up with a Darwinian explanation why any man wants his sperm to conquer anothers. Studies demonstrate that spermatozoae swim faster in the presence of ‘foreign’ semen, instinctively trying to win the great race to the egg, and other studies demonstrate that the amount of ejaculation dramatically increases when multiple men successively share one partner. Yet I do have an inquiring mind. I was curious. I studied Lynn’s naked body and the pictures I took of it and. He tugs hard on my leash and I follow more quickly. I stop when he does, I feel the chain of the leash cold against my skin as he walks behind me and pushed me forward, until my hips hit the rough bark of a fallen tree, and he bends me over it. I feel rope wrapping around my left ankle and a sudden panic rises in me, that sensible voice asking me what the hell I think I’m doing. I must tense because his hand stroke over my skin and he makes soothing noises, until I relax. I feel him pulling on. Suddenly, something caught his eye."June, I found it," Maykop hissed from the shadows behind the statue. "Come to stand closer to the pedestal."June obeyed and stepping nearer to the statue and towards Maykop voice. "What did you find?" she whispered.June jumped slightly as she felt hands on her legs. She looked down to see Maykop, crouched in the shadows at the base of the pedestal, his hands slowly creeping up her legs."What are you doing?" June whispered."Just look at the statue," came the.