I was truly miserable as I lay in the bath. I'd only lasted a week before I was off sticking the old boy wherever I could. The reality that I'd just h...d the best sex I'd ever had was not far in the back of my mind. I'm not sure if it was the weed, the booze, my lack of sleep or the good old Catholic guilt but I started to cry. I was a howling mess. The funny thing was though once I stopped crying and composed myself I didn't feel a quarter as guilty as I had. Actually I started to feel. She had no fight left in her, still she found it harder to say than she had ever imagined.? "I'm sorry I didn't do as you told me" she almost whispered, looking at his chest. "Louder, and with more conviction" he told her "I'm sorry I didn't obey you" she said, feeling tears threaten to fall again, but in a louder voice. "Good. Now, I want you to go out wash your face, and put on some makeup. Then come back here" He said. She looked at him completely taken a back. Surely, he wouldn't continue. She removed the cape to expose blonde tendrils that hung down her back, threaded with filaments of golden wire and scarlet yarn. Glancing around for some diversion, she seemed quite bored with the whole spectacle that was supposed to be paying homage to the Priest-Kings that apparently lived in the Sardar. But Karina was more apt to believe in the gods of Odin and Nordic barbarians which many of the people from Torvaldsland chose to follow over those pressed close around her, lifting their. My interest grew severely a week later as the three of us sat down to watch a movie. My parents were sitting on the sofa together and my mom rested her feet on the coffee table in front of her. Immediately she began to slowly rub them together. I lovingly stared at them. Mom couldn't see me staring unless she turned her head back towards me. I picked up a pillow to cover my growing erection. I fantasized how it must've felt to have silky nylon feet rubbing against each other. Mom then took a.