"Very well,", Silk resumed. "have it your way. It's a special soldering iron, used for melting gold during certain industrial processes. So much bette... than heating an iron rod, don't you think? Nothing like technology, for facilitating our little chat. You might want to reconsider your silent approach - much less painful, not to mention damaging. This might have been completely unnecessary, had you not destroyed that notebook."The quirk of an eyebrow, was Pagan's only response, his. You know, Bobby, we women are something special. Our bodies are so sensual, so, just so sexy. I was getting turned on watching the other women dance. I'm looking forward to having Trudy, Bobby.It was amateur night and they were having a dance contest. Bobby, I felt sorry for the other women. I mean, they were good looking and sexy but, none of them stood a chance of winning. Not with me there. Not with these tits and these legs. But you know it's more than just looks, don't you, Bobby? Well,. Col understood now that that happiness had just been relief from being kicked about in life. Six months ago he had finally chucked in the office work he hated. It was Christa who insisted they must go out to work, meet people, not give in to the impulse to lurk alone in the shadows, darting out to prey on casual passers-by in life. She was right, he had learned a lot, he made pleasant friends and he met Bryony. As soon as he met Bryony he started planning his escape, figuring out what he could. He eased open the cheeks and could see small traces of margarine oozing out of the puckered hole and a trail dripping down the front towards the thick waterproof plaster. "I think I've gotta put some of this marge on my dick as well, sis." Well, get on with it, Alan. I'm beginning to lose interest here."Alan took the hint, took a large two-fingertip full of polyunsaturated fatty solids and smothered his dick with it, while he probed his sister's anus with a finger. It wasn't that easy just.