.. Stephen!?” she screamed at the Vicar.“They are at the cottage hospital, Elizabeth,” the priest responded gently.“But the hospital has been ...losed for years!”“It’s open now,” the Vicar replied, “and has been for some months.”As Lizzy spun around angrily, the priest smiled, taking his car keys from a pocket below his cassock.Lizzy jumped back into her car and drove down the hill, through the chocolate box village of her childhood, and past the old cement works. There were wisps of smoke coming. Her phone calls, her e-mails, her instant messaging revealed nothing of a sexual nature, instead simply became for me a boring task of sifting through screens of uninteresting correspondence.Even the camera and bugs I'd placed in moms office the second week had yielded nothing more than the odd comment between the lovers that simply confirmed my suspicions that something was going on. But no real proof!It was mom's 2006 date book and calendar that finally gave me my first true clue. Kept on her. ” The news and him calling her his little slut sent a tingle of pleasure from her tits to her used pussy. “ For real Frank?” There's more?” Frank whispered “ That's right my sweet little bitch. You have not begged for mercy yet.” and let out an evil low laugh that sent shivers through her. Before she completely recovered from the last series of orgasms he moved reaching into a draw in the night stand he pulled a blindfold and a ball gag. She did not see what he was doing until he slipped the. I found myself at Sues front door and paused for a while to think. I had no real experience being friendly with older women in person. What should I say? Should I be forward? Should I talk dirty? I was genuinely scared but little did I know Sue had the evening planned to a tee.I finally mustered the courage to knock the door and was met by this gorgeous redhead in a pink silk robe. She invited me in with a devious smile and no sooner had she closed the door, she pressed me against the wall and.