She sat stiffly upon the wooden rocking chair, unmoving. He frowned."Damn! Oh, please, not another night spent in the chair! I just do not believe tha... my arse can take another hour in this tree. Aw, fuck!" He shivered slightly as another gust of wind whipped about him. "There is something in the air; something that puts me of a mind to believe that the devil holds a candle to the wind this night. Aye, surely it is that. An ill-wind blows, Jacob. An ill-wind blows through to steal unrepentant. “It stings beautifully. You should have seen Sarah’s hips waggle!” “But what did she do?” “Does it matter? Perhaps it was something she would not do. Will you not trust me to behave in your best interests always?” “Yes.” I could reply in no other way. Most curiously or not, after what had occurred I trusted her completely. I knew no strain of cruelty in her and so was more intrigued than fearful at her words. “Let me lay it a little across your own adorable bottom. Shall I?” Was it in truth a. I expected her to be very angry with me.Instead, she said, “Wow, honey, I had no idea that you were such a naughty boy. Now that I know, we need to get all your old friends over here to fuck me and fuck your face. If all of them have good-sized cocks, this will be fun for both of us.”Mike stayed with us that night and fucked Kendra two more times before we had to get up for work in the morning. In between them fucking, Mike showed Kendra how he could sit on my face as I sucked his ass and he. But I had to wait another shame filled day until I could reach the library by opening time. I saw the woman again, through the glass door. She was unlocking it. When it opened, I nearly hugged her. "Ingrid?" Yes, Ingrid Muldurhoek, please come in." She locked the door behind me and flipped the sign to tell the world, "CLOSED"."It's only locked from the outside. You can push the bar and leave at any time." She reassured me. She led me up a couple steps and into an office behind the book check.