He’d tried to arrange meets to take things to what he felt was the next level, being used as toilet, straight from an arse to his mouth. It proved m...re difficult than he’d expected to act on it as although he’d grown to accept the smell and taste of dirty arses he couldn’t handle the thought of swallowing it down so he’d always chicken out. He’d decided some sort of bondage would stop him from running so started to look round the internet for something suitable.After a few hours of searching. She reached out with both hands and placed them on the woman's slender waist as if to secure balance on the fast-moving train. It gave her the semblance of control over the woman's movements and she pressed her left and right to push her into the right angle to bring her release even quicker. The well-dressed woman relaxed and allowed her soft finely textured hair and her attractive face to rest on Debbie's should taking care not to smudge her clothing with her lipstick.The touch of the lad's. ‘I’m sure you can appreciate that some people here prefer to remain anonymous.’ She said, ‘So, for the sake of polite introductions, this is Ms. Silver. Ms. Silver, this is Michael Morningkill.’ Michael nodded to Ms. Silver. ‘I don’t do drugs or guns. Those are easy if you know the right people, and also highly illegal and controlled. I get the things people have trouble finding. Hard to locate items. Rarities.’ ‘Like girl scout cookies?’ ‘Do you know how to get them at this time of the year?’. It was at this time of crisis that could have been definitive in the life of both women, that Sandy's maturity, so praised by her mother (Bella), took over, she seized the bull by the horns to confront it, took Bella by the shoulders shaking her gently to get her out of the morass in which she was, and cried:"Well, Bella stop it, damm it, stop it I say, right now nothing has changed, today is mid morning in Christmas day, we are going to celebrate, but first lets talk and try to straighten out.