This is the voice of experience speaking. And another unique feature of this stretch of the ICW concerns the folks who man these bridges. They watch m...llion dollar yachts and duct tape-patched inflatable motorboats pass by all day long so perhaps they are consumed with the thought that life has somehow passed them by — who knows? Whatever the reason, some of these folks have a rather highly developed sense of humor, some more than others. Some tenders will let all the boats queued-up pass. ’ ‘Yes, Priestess.’ The Clergywoman spent much of the second day lecturing her ward about the futility of owning too much of the material world. She berated Anyia about the impact that her materialism had on the country and everyone surrounding her. She understood that the Grand Duchess was aware of the evil she had committed against her servants and there was no point wasting her time belaboring something she already knew. The big issue was not Anyia’s cruelty, but her greed and her insatiable. We were getting well into our eclectic sexual relationship by now so she always did as asked regarding underwear etcetera.I was thirtyhrity-six at this time and P was almost twenty-four.As we were walking along Dean Street, she suddenly pulled me into a dark doorway and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to fuck her there and then. As we kissed, I told her to turn around and place her hands above her head on the door and part her legs. P did as asked, of course, but as I slowly slid the red. To taste your life’s essence. It is the ultimate sexual act to me. I could do that all night long and nothing else and still feel more than satisfied.” She looked me in the eyes and said with a little chuckle, “I will have to work up to all night.” I said, “Okay that’s a deal.”I stood up and helped her up to her feet. Her knees buckled and I caught her in my arms. And carried her back to the house. When we got to the porch she asked me to put her down so I did and we stood out on the porch for.