'She had even gone back and added the white cotton panties she'd been wearing during our first encounter. She'd put them on the very first page, along...with a label, which read, "9/16/04 (Near the reservoir): Jonathan pulled these down and licked me – I rubbed his cock with them and let him come in my mouth." The later entries were followed by printouts of the pictures I'd taken of her.Which gave me an idea. I gave her the camera and told her to keep it with her at all times—without telling her. In the wax, there was a faintimpression of a couple of interlaced triangles, which Ididn't recognize as a logo for any company I knew. Therewas definitely something inside, but the glass was too darka green to be sure what. So I bought it and took it home,figuring I could get it open there.I heated the bottle's neck with steam until the waxsoftened, and I peeled it off. The cork was a lot morestubborn, but it finally popped out. There was an immediatejet of smoke from the bottle's mouth,. Her nipples ached deliciously behind her leather halter, and her chest buzzed with lusty heat. Between her legs there was a nervous energy that was almost too much to bear. There were ten of them this time, on their knees at the foot of the Altar Steps, hands bound behind their backs with bonding chord. The pale light from the single narrow window high above the Grand Altar cast them with little more than shadows, they were indistinct, white curves in the blackness. All of them new, all of them. As he did so, this naturally led his cock to push against the top of her head and the tips of her fingers as they were held on the edge of the table. This was obviously no accident and she was getting more stimulated imagining what might come next and imagining that bulge being released to free his cock into what would be her waiting mouth. As he rocked forward with each stroke down her back she could feel his cock push against her and it seemed harder and larger than before. She resisted the.