“You’re Alison Bates!” said the girl.“Uh… yeah?” replied Alison uncertainly.“Lick m’ pussy!” squealed the girl in delight. “My nam...’s Riley. You’re my idol! I watched you on the Fuck Factor and everyfink! I wanna be like you!” Her boy began to sink his shaft into her ass, but she pushed him away, saying, “‘Ang on a sec’, Larry, I wanna talk to this girl! She’s got this amazin’ arsehole; she’s, like, a fuckin’ celeb–”“No no,” interrupted Alison, “let me watch you! Show me that beautiful gape. This time, unlike the first couple of times wewere together, he stipped all the way down to nothing, and just stoodthere with a hardon growing steadily. I motioned for him to lie on thebed, and he followed that instruction as well. "What do you want to dofirst?" He shrugged and said, "Let's just see where the road takes us." I nodded, and removed the robe and placed it on the chair at the foot ofthe bed. I then seductively removed my heels, and placed them next toeach other. Madam had. She agreed, and we suggested we all have dinner together on Saturday night: Tommy, Jilly, Sue,Sylvia, and me. It turned out well. I couldn’t detect any jealousy between my ex-wife and Sue. They seemed to get along quite well. Again, I think Sue’s outgoing personality helped a great deal. She wasn’t clingy or overly affectionate toward me, and I think that was the secret to putting Sylvia at ease. It was a pleasant evening and I felt good that I had made the decision to include her. ‘I like. At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated to such atrocities? Because we do not wish people to forget the horrific past. That is why we have created this.