I want to get to know you."Dana smiled. "That can't happen, William. I'm not your type."William frowned. "How do you know my type?"Dana looked seri...us. "I was hoping to stay friends. I was hoping we'dhave fun and help each other, but we can't have a relationship likeyou're thinking. You wouldn't be able to deal with that."William leaned over so his voice wouldn't carry. "How do you know that?Am I such a bad guy?"Dana shook her head. "No, you are the best kind of guy any woman wouldwant. Everyone had them, whether husbands knew it or not, and Sam was supportive if not encouraging. He had even bought her 'first' one along with a terrible porno about Egyptian sex gods or some such. He didn't know it wasn't her first, but he had pretty good, and very 'safe' taste.Shopping online made it easier and better of course, though even before her recent renaissance she'd been vaguely excited by the exoticism and taboo of those weird places where she'd been to buy gags for bachelorette. It wasobvious you don't wear them normally. I would have been shocked if youhad seemed at ease in them as mostly only models and high end hookerscan handle them, and I know you're neither. Just somebody trying theirbest to please me, which I always appreciate, especially when I can useit to my advantage."He rubs Angela's legs, and slowly works back up to the thighs. "And nowwe shall find out what's there and how much you really can do."He slides his hand up under the dress hem and works his. The priest climbed down and fear gripped Luise, for Pelle and Tjark climbed the platform. Pelle sat down on the stool but Tjark walked around her."Please not," Luise whimpered. "Please, not that. Have mercy! I swear I did not speak ill of Ingeburg!"Pelle seemed taken aback. "Luise, there is nothing to fear. Tjark and I will protect you."Somebody touched her back! Luise wriggled madly. "Ssh, Luise, hold still!" she heard from behind the stocks. "I have a blanket for you, but you must hold.