It's just that this stuff requires a ton of context, and you don't have that, nor should you. It's honestly not that interesting and too much of it is...pretty petty anyway. In the same way I wouldn't know what the subtleties of a Klingon insult are, you wouldn't get a lot of this.But yeah, I do have things to say. Better get on with it. I'm writing this in San Paulo, in Brazil. I'm in a high rise, overlooking one of the shantytown cities. San Paulo is such a concrete example of the haves vs. the. I’m not a psychiatrist, but I’ve come to believe he was right.”“Oh cut the psychological mumbo jumbo, Kyle. This is a whole lot simpler than that. I’m sure your doctor friend could write a book about you, but it doesn’t change anything. I’m glad you got help. You needed it. I’m glad you understand yourself better now, you needed that too. I’m impressed even more that you listened to him and took the steps you had to take to have a better life. But you’re work in progress, Kyle. You ain’t there. A lot of the girls are keen and begin to strip immediately. Megan follows suit but keeps a sharp eye on Caitlin, who is now in deep conversation with both Becky and Emma, their mistress kisses both of them deeply before the rest of the girls drag Fiona into the room and Caitlin waves at Megan to head upstairs, where Emma is waiting. The look of delight spreads across Megan’s face as she bounds up the stairs, she enters the room and already Emma is stripped down to her lacy, white bra and. Next his rough hand was between my legs, touching my feminine anatomy. “You’re a bit dry for what I’ve got,” he laughed as he pushed me back onto the mattress. My legs dangling over the edge. Stared at the ceiling, I wondering what would be next. Then his hands grasped my knees and pushed them open.I glanced down; the wretch was staring at the secret place between my legs, a place not even my husband had seen. The next moment I felt his mouth close around my female parts, his tongue violating.