Spurgeon’s study?”“A couple of times, yes.”“Did you notice anything odd?”I thought back and shook my head, “No. It’s similar to my stu...y at home. Bookshelves, a nice desk, comfortable chairs, that kind of thing.”“What can you tell me about Miss Spurgeon’s relationship with her father?”“They were never close, and other than with respect to his business, he really didn’t have much to do with her. She was given free-rein to do what she pleased. He bought her a brand new Corvette for her. Finally the platform began to become visible," Clare told Pat and me in a shaky voice.In fact I could now make out a naked body tied to each altar. In a few more seconds, it became apparent that they were females tied to the altars - pregnant females!!"OH no!!" Clare and Cathleen screamed together in agony, as the women became more visible in the growing light of dawn. "That's Gretchen and Petra out there!!" they added. Pat immediately raised our pair of binoculars and gave a gasp in shock."My. Both of the Crawford females absolutely despised seafood at this point in their evolution. After dinner they'd had a few more drinks while watching one of the new release videotapes that Jake had shipped to his house from the United States — tapes that would not become available in New Zealand for at least another five months. This particular movie had been none other than The Northern Jungle, Greg Oldfellow's atrocity on film. Somehow it had been included in the latest package and Kate had. I looked in Harry’s eyes. ‘I’d fucking love to fist you,’ I breathed.I threw myself back on Harry, pushed him back on the bed and kissed him more madly than before in sexual bliss, through my stocking. 'Mmm, Harry!’ Harry massaged and kneaded my shiny arse. I then smiled secretly as I stood over to Harry's face, turned around and lowered my glimmering arse onto his stocking nose and wriggled, wiggled and writhed all over his slutty distorted face. ‘Fucking sniff me!’ I cried. ‘Come on!’Harriet.