Looking at Graham for instance, he didn't strike me as the type to layer himself in nylon, neither did Bobby or Mick for that matter. It was playing o... my mind a little and Iwanted to ask the question of how and why they were partial to nylon, the answer to these burning questions would be answered a little later and I would be at the centre of the questioning. So, where did my love for nylon come from ? Well, it's simple really. I have always had this thing about the 1950's, fashion and music. Light dawned on Lisa as she lay back and betrayed herself with a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and that noise you make when you get a fright. Sally faced me and straddled Lisa’s prone form on the coffee table, then lowered her pussy on to Lisa’s waiting mouth. I had my mouth on Lisa’s pussy, with one of her legs over my shoulder. It was a perfect view of the pussy eating Sally was getting. Lisa was like a demon eating Sally out. With my left hand I reached up Lisa’s side and gently. Until I striped your slave Page." I hope Willow will be as strong as Page," Carl said."No you don't. You will want Willow to scream." It won't work."Carl had been reviewing his plan to interview Steve with Matt Yamada and Randy. Matt's assessment caught Carl off guard."I am working under some very clear restraints." Carl explained. "We cannot torture or kill or even threaten to kill Steve. That would put Madame Carronade at great risk of prosecution. I have to find some leverage, some sense of. I wasn’t really looking, you know. I don’t even know if Emma was still up when I came home.”At the mention of Emma’s name my dad’s eyes narrowed again and it had taken a lot of strength for me not to crack a smile. “But all is well now, right?” I asked and plopped back down onto my pillow. As if in deep thought, my dad chewed on his lower lip, his forehead clearing after a moment. “I suppose so. Nothing seems to have been stolen. No damage done.” He nodded and looked around the room as if.