Then I found them in a book at the library and we’ve been reading them.”“The library has books in German?” My mother was clearly surprised.“...nly a couple – the Müller poems and Der schweiserische Robinson – Swiss Family Robinson, which was in the old Gothic script which we had to learn to read. They had a few books in French and Polish, too.”“Oh, perhaps they were left over from wartime when there were lots of refugees about.”I shrugged. “I understand what you mean about the poems being dark –. Gone was the fighting spitfire of earlier. Johnny walked over to where he had left her chained to one of the wall brackets, her back pressed against the stone wall. As he approached her I couldn't help but notice that his cock was definitely revitalizing the closer he got to her. Hands reached out and took hold of her ringed breasts and played with them, causing them to form all sorts of odd shapes. It was equally obvious that he was causing no pain at all.I remembered that she didn't like. ”Tim pulled his truck into a nearby the club’s parking lot and found a spot near the backdoor. The modest lot was filling, with the spots nearest the karaoke bar filling the fastest. While getting out of the truck, he contemplated whether or not he should try to go in through the back door. After slinging his leather bag full of various weapons over his shoulder, he attempted to open the backdoor but found it closed and locked. After a second thought, he removed the bag and stuffed it partially. I’ve spent all afternoon trying to work out what you were getting at. It’s been a real distraction.” She lifted her glass. “Cheers!”“OK.” Cerys took a deep breath and paused, biting her lower lip.Allison could see that she was nervous about what she was about to say. “It’s all right, Cerrie, I promise not to laugh or anything.”“OK. Well ... Well, have any of your boyfriends been into anything a bit – well - kinky?”“Not really. Unless you count a serious fetish for leaving the toilet seat up. I.