The guests formed a double line as the meat walked into the room, her heart racing, little knowing what its master had prepared, to the centre of the ...oom, where a small black iron dais stood, with a broad square vertical iron frame mounted on it. She stepped onto the dais, the metal echoing with her footfall, and slowly turned around one full circle then to face master. Everyone had a long lingering look at the meat on display.Master nodded his approval. Slowly, trembling with the. Justin’s father and I decided we would never tell him sex was wrong or dirty.”“I almost made a mistake with Kelly. If it hadn’t been for Fran, I would have,” Dad said. “Fortunately for Kelly, I didn’t address the issue with her. If I would have, I would have told her it was wrong. Even though I didn’t think it was. I guess it’s a father-daughter thing. I wanted to protect her.”“I’m glad you didn’t, Dad. Mom never talked to me too much either. I followed my heart and things worked out. **** But she couldn’t speak at that moment. She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances overlapping and separate encounters sometimes blending into semi-fictional scenes—things that happened adumbrated by one or two grace notes that she’d, upon reflection, wished had happened… in the local library of their little town, where he’d lured her one afternoon more than a year ago now. Why wasn’t he at work, she wondered, when he. The girls in front have also departed and we have now got the camera on us, well my niece has, as the gentleman has shifted over, due to my nieces willingness to let him look up her cunt, from 3 meters away, off course we are playing the 'I did not see him there, routine' so he is free to enjoy us.I walked past him and asked for the time, kicking sand into the bag and yes he was filming, time told, I then suggested he wank himself and leave before I called the police, as I know what he had been.