Amen. Praise the Lord. Of course, the only ones who truly prospered were me and those I chose to include in my lucrative business.”“You were a TV ...vangelist?” Logan wrinkled his nose. Disgust drove impulsive words out of his mouth he would never have imagined saying to a stranger. “Holy shit. You might be the first person I have met who truly belongs in Hell, and in the realm of Lust no less. What did you do? Diddle one too many young believers?”If Logan’s harsh accusations angered or offended. Or do you like to masturbate over anything else?” He watched her gloved hands squeeze at the wheel, with the pleasure of delivering the blunt remark, and he struggled to find his voice.“Yes ... I ... I mean no...” Clara sneered triumphantly, her cunt tingling at the thought of seeing him learn to enjoy the strict obedience he was now doomed to.“Oh come come Clark, I know you’re divorced, and with your daughter now away at college, you’ve plenty of time for masturbation ... do the Betty Page. Now wet with her saliva she moved it back to her breast rubbing it in circles against her nipple. Soft moans were slipping from her as her hands left mine. One hand returned to my cheek but this time the other landed gently on my left breast. This was so unbelievable. This whole scene was so surreal. I couldn't believe this was happening to me and especially with a woman I had known all my life and called Aunt. It was like a dream but I knew it wasn't. I knew now I was on my way to having my. ." before they are hypnotised by Gemma.She has just pulled on a man's blue shirt, trying to hold it closed across her fabulous black breasts.John's eyes take in her bright red toe nails, then up past knees, hot thighs to ... "Oh shit. What is that?"Gemma has a blue butterfly nestling in her black pubic triangle; tiny leds pulsate over it s wings.Gemma is wearing Steff's latest exquisite Cuntal Butterfly design."Can I touch it" pleads John "It looks so beautiful".Janet slaps his hand away:.