“Father, you’re a good man.” A female voice, a female hand, resting on my arm. “What’s going on? Who are you?” I couldn’t find the stre...gth to pull away again. “You’re a good man,” she repeated. I could feel her closer now, feel the heat emanating from her body. “Did you think Heaven would leave such devotion unrewarded?” Finally, some light. With aching slowness her form became illuminated, each curve and swell alive with a brightness that seemed to come from within. She was beautiful, and. We stood, and I kissed him on the cheek. It felt weird, but I needed to get used to it."Thanks, Brendan," I said.I don't remember much about Venice. We rode around in those gondola boats, except they were bigger than in the movies and they had a motor so the guy wasn't really rowing. The water was dirty and it smelled. We went to a place where they made glass by blowing through a big straw, which was pretty cool. Everybody bought Christmas ornaments for their parents.I sat with Brendan all day. She complied and I was getting that hot feeling all over again.Pete then proceeded to lift the ruffles of Jane's dress so that they were up by her waist. There was my friend, with her legs pushed apart, skirt pushed up and her lace-covered pussy on display between widely parted stocking-clad legs. She looked sooo slutty and I loved it. I could see the lace darkened by her pubes beneath, a wet patch forming in the gusset, her white thighs contrasting with her dark-stockinged legs.This time it. Vanlo watched impassively. He was simply happy that the Overlord had chosen now to give into his fury, rather than when he was trussing up the now rather terribly frightened Yanna. Vanlo could still hear her whimpers in the outer chamber despite the curtain and despite the gag in her mouth. He had seen Roquan eye the instruments of punishment on the wall, including the largest of the paddles, the one with the small lead weight attached to the other side to give it more impact. Had he used that.