In those days, my father would read to me daily from the many sacred books of our people, reserving the end of each lesson for selections from the Can...icle of Menkeret. Parts of the sacred Canticle I quickly learnt by heart, but knowledge of other chapters was forbidden to me. When I asked him why, as I frequently did, his response was always, “I cannot foresee the consequences of you possessing such knowledge.” Even my mother who has attained the rank of Divine Adoratrice in the temenos of. Each soap revealed a different crime committed by Thorn or one of his cabinet, or by the government as a whole. And each did it in such a way that it was hard to counter. The broadcasters claimed it was all just fiction. After all, they pointed out, each soap has different writers; they are on different, competing, channels; it’s all just a coincidence. No one believed it for a moment. Not the government, not the public. Thorn was furious, but there was little he could do except deny it. And. Well, Kiki wants it, and that's my current job, what she wants. So I make the great effort to get up, then manage to pick her up again and carry her over to the chair. She's not helping; she's totally boneless after the massage. I can appreciate that, a good massage will do that to you, and Kiki does like my massages. The chair is the favorite way for both of us to get oral sex. You can sit there and watch the other working away between your legs, if you're on the bed, you don't see that.. More saucy remarks from Dave and a nervous giggle from Claire. There was a delicious tension in the air. Claire's eyes caught mine as she slowly edged her skirt up and her juicy bum came into view. I nodded to her, thinking how bizarre this was, my girlfriend doing the bidding of these two strangers. Next she had to flip onto her back and reach inside her tights, pulling her knickers up into the cleft of her pussy. Her hand tugged at the top of her knickers and the fabric stretched against.