It felt fantastic as I writhed about groaning, trying desperately not to bite or scratch him (a previously mentioned ‘dislike’ of his). Our sweat..., hot, lust fuelled bodies took advantage of all the space as we utilised a few good positions, before collapsing in to a panting heap. Being the civilised individuals that we are we took a ‘herbal comfort break’ (well he had a fag!), and I took him up on his offer of a drink this time… very strange order in which to do things but hey… who wants. "So, the rest of Paul's evening on Tuesday was with his son, mostly with the two of them comparing notes on Linda Jameson and Dottie Edwards. They certainly found agreement between them and it seemed that his son had gotten good reports on his father's visits from both ladies so far.The next morning, he strolled across and down two houses and rang the bell.The door swung open and a lovely woman stood there in front of him in a cream-colored silk negligee."You certainly look like your son, Paul,. I feel it.’ Feel everywhere, Calla. Feel it in every part of your body. She took another breath to pull it through her.’I feel it’ You would make a fine tool for Her. Calla sighed in want before shame rushed in to fill the void. ‘It’s wrong.’ Is it? The voice in her mind mocked her. Touch Her power and then tell me that again. The creature’s hand pressed to Calla’s heart and Calla was overwhelmed by the power and majesty of Her. Doubts were snuffed out as she basked in it. Resistance faded. Koma came around the side of the warehouse and beckoned for me to come. I followed him to the tree where Mikey was tied and stopped at a signal from the shaman. He asked Mikey a couple of questions in their language and seemed satisfied by the answers he received. He came over to me and bowed to me before he spoke."I think you can question him now, master. He seems to be totally under the spell of the truth medicine. Just keep the questions very simple, and do not push him for fast answers. The.