It was about the ‘little ships’ that had gone to Dunkirk and plucked the British Army off the beaches. Already this massive defeat was being re-wr...tten as an epic. She supposed it was in a way but, like everyone else, she’d have preferred a real victory. ‘Among the last of the gallant ‘little ships’ to leave,’ the story read, ‘was the sloop ‘Maid Elizabeth’ and her eighteen year old skipper, John Reynolds of Lyme Regis. ‘Maid Elizabeth’ undertook several trips from the beaches to the waiting. And she loved every moment of it.Now, lying naked and voluptuous in her bathtub, Sheila still couldn't figure out why she craved this grotesque treatment. But crave it she did. She wallowed in the feeling of complete submission and obedience, whimpering to cater to his every perverted whim.A few days later the chains and the whips began, in his own house while his family was gone. And the strangely turned-on housewife began to love that too, in fact began to crave it like an addiction.Because,. I am not like that way. I just treated u like my son. Please never ever again bring this topic between us.By saying this, she just went offline and I laughed to the core by re-reading the texts again and again. Late in the night, she again texted me stating that sorry for the rude replies in the afternoon and even I am also interested in getting my ass banged by your monster. But I am only worried about my husband and our neighborhood who constantly peek into others privacy.I consoled her that. These were female mosquitoes looking for fresh blood to make eggs, the mosquitoes didn’t look normal it seems as if they were a mutation of the average mosquito, they were truly desperate and once they found Sebastian they were quite relieved. The humming of their wings stopped as they landed upon Sebastian’s chest.The mosquitoes started checking their host body, scanning for places with great concentration of blood, a mosquito selected one of Sebastian’s pale nipples, first a feeding tube over.