Now he had to admit he was lost. Lost and the sun had set a half hour ago. He hadn’t seen a sign of any civilization for the past five hours since h... had crossed the last road and now even the trail looked like it hadn’t been trod for years. Sometime during the afternoon it had started to rain – a cold, wet rain – and, because only cloudy weather had been predicted, Richard wore only a light nylon jacket. Now he was cold and wet and lost and it was rapidly getting dark. At least the rain had. Your will becomes mine,For the rest of the day.The holiest of the Holies,Sacred and profane.Your backside weeping red,With a crack of the cane.'Bow to me, seek your forgiveness.'Leave aside your little boy grimace.Take your hands,Put them where I say.Any deviation, I'll make you pay.Your lips are permitted to service me well.From the tip of my nose,To the depths of my hell.Lava erupting, heating my thighs,Your hand in between well disguised.Slipping and sliding,Opening my flower.Lips on each. Before leaving, I’d called Erin, my publisher to tell her that the research was going well and that, in all probability, I was uncovering a Victorian scandal that would probably take this book from the mundane to the spectacular. I’d already emailed her a synopsis and said, I thought she might consider asking the board for a bit more money. Nothing sells like scandal. She promised to read what I had sent.Porter was waiting for me. His twinkly eyes suggested he had something really rather. As she got underneath me and looked into my eyes. She whispered, "Give me a c***d Maxwell." without missing a beat I said "Name him after me." She laughed as i buried my face in her gorgeous huge breasts. I kissed her nipples slowly down her body all the way to her plump sweet smelling pussy. she said "nobody has licked me in ten years!" I just said Thats a great record but uhh.. im breaking it today. She help her legs closed tight until i reached up and tickled her, and with a cute laugh her.