"Do you want to be allowed to cum tonight?"I told her I did but that decision resided with her."So you are telling me that if I told you I changed my ...ind about tonightyou wouldn't be mad at me?"I told her matter of factly, "I wouldn't be mad as it is your decision tomake. I might be disappointed but I realize that if you feel I don't deservean orgasm you don't have to let me have one."She actually gleamed with joy. Within moments she had inserted the key inthe lock and I watched as the hasp. He whispered in my ear, “I think I have found what I’m looking for.” He added in a firm voice, “Open the map and concentrate on it. OK?” I could feel his old clammy hand running over my tiny thong like an octopus. I started to reply. “Shh!” he said, whispering in my ear, “I saw you on the bus with all those dirty men around you. I know you are a cock hungry tart! And now you are going to be a good girl for me. I want a piece of that pie!” His hand was sweaty and his fingers were rubbing over my. "Cindy laughed again, though with a harder edge this time. "I think I inherited that from her, your grandmother, you know." She was definitely feeling the booze. "When I was fourteen one of my your grandfather's friends put me in my place, and kept me there for along time." Pam looked shocked as the meaning of her mother's words sank in. "I'm glad one of her granddaughters can keep her pants on." She looked at me again, thoughtfully. I thought I heard her mutter, "Too bad," but couldn't be. He was pretty sure it was the Lady of the Rake he had seen climbing naked up the cliff on the shore—or perhaps it was Mari, the Vagabond’s high priestess. Or someone else he should know. He wondered if they were related. She wore a simple shift and stayed silent. He’d seen her several times since the old woman gave him the strange pouch this morning after the accident. It was like she traveled with it.But Wayne left the pouch hanging around his neck and instead withdrew the leather thong and.