I let Barb in and she looked nervous and scared, her husband was mere feet away from us."Master... !" Shut up Barb and come with me." I closed the doo... and walked down the hallway to my living room, not looking back. I had been exposed to older ladies, like Barb for several years, and anticipated some of their desires and actions rather easily. I knew she would follow. Deep down Barb was a woman that need to be dominated, possessed by a strong man. She wasn't peculiar, though you may be. When he spread his fingers, she watched glittering lights sprinkle from his open hand and float down to her nose. She immediately scratched."That, my dear girl, is 'tickle powder'." Please leave me alone. There is no such thing as Santa Claus."The big white beard couldn't hide his hurt expression. "Didn't the nuns tell you about me? This is Christmas Eve." Wh-What d-do you want?" Virginia's heart beat fast, her body trembled."To reward you for being so good. But you are too good, Virginia." He. Brenda leans forward to the edge of the sofa with one hand braced on the coffee table. Her heart pumping madly, she is ready. As her fingertips tentatively graze the knife handle, the unpredictable foreigner shouts. ‘Ginsu Master Chef!’ Brenda recoils, as he seizes a wickedly curved cutlass from the attaché case. This new knife is twice as big as the one Brenda was about to grab. Now there is no escape. ‘Very fine knife. Master knife. Total control and ease of use.’ Brenda is almost in tears.. He made his way to Freda's home to see an envelope pinned to the door. Key under the bin, let yourself in, if you are back here before me. I am at work. Love you.FThe next week Freda took off from her wartime job as a nursing auxiliary to stay with him. It was a week of unadulterated sex, interspersed with parties, dances and nights at the flicks. Interspersed with nights in the air raid shelter as the Luftwaffe did their best to make life difficult ... It was at the end of the week that Freda.