What she couldn't understand was that deep inside there was a part of her that welcomed the thought, and she felt moisture gathering in her cunt, read... to welcome all the pricks that wanted to visit.A helicopter had arrived with a divan and all the trappings of a very ornate picnic. When she was naked she was brought into the middle of the clearing, and laid flat on the divan with one hand shackled to ensure she didn't escape. She then watched all of the hunters throwing off their own clothing. For me, because I travel a lot, having access to these sites is a blessing. On one of the normal sites, I was contacted by a lady. Come to find out, after some emails, that she lived close to me in the same neighborhood. It seemed she wanted to meet someone close, did not matter to me. So we met for drinks and a bite to eat after several failed attempts to meet up. She was 4 years older than me, being real, she sort of looked it a bit, she could have made herself look younger for sure. It did. He reached intothe bag, ignoring the static shock it gave him. He slipped the velvet caseout and opened it up, taking the pen into his hands with reverence. It hada weight befitting the power it allegedly contained. Prescott wondered atthe best way to test it out.Just then, the stewardess appeared by his seat, setting his drink down onthe table next to him. "Here you are, Mr. Vandenberg," she said. "Is thereanything else I can bring you?"Prescott looked up, noting that the way she bent over. Which works out well because I want to include them in the discussion about Carol's and my relationship. I can see you want to ask more questions, but it'd be best to wait until we're inside. Aren't you the one who's always saying that, 'Patience is a virtue'?" Yes, but I'm referring to your patience, not mine. Your experience has changed you in ways I wouldn't have expected. I would have thought you'd be less self-assured, not more. And your sudden affection for Carol is a mystery too. Why.