Thanks."Five minutes later, I was sitting in an easy chair across from Katie in her room, mug of steaming cocoa in hand. Well, perhaps steaming was a ...it of an exaggeration; I had added enough milk to turn the cocoa comfortably warm, no more. I took a sip, and raised an eyebrow. "It's delicious! Quite a cut above the Swiss Miss I'm used to." I'm surprised you can taste it at all, what with all the milk you added," she teased."It was either that or putting the cup outside for a few seconds. You. "There's a pervert about,and he's not content with grown women's stuff - he's stealing kids'clothes!" They weren't stolen, I'd parcelled them up and given them toFrancis. I had an old pair of trainers - well, they weren't trainersthen, they weren't even tennis shoes, they were the canvas flatties wewore for 'school exercise', and which we called 'plimsolls'. I'd grownout of them and gave them to him to wear. I had no intention of gettingthe stuff back, but still I wasn't going to let him wear. For long periods I would stroke and caress it, keeping him at the very edge of orgasm as he sat by the mirror. My lubed hands lovingly maintaining the agony of his exceptional stiffness. “Will you beat me hard with it Sir?” I turned my face to take the blows. He enjoyed himself slapping his dick across my face and I enjoyed being beaten with his flesh truncheon. After spending an age on my knees pleasing his penis I had to stand up and flex my legs. Phillipe reached out and held my cock. I just. " She then scratched her head from either bewilderment or dandruff."What do you mean 'different'? You surely don't believe this crap?."Without answering she only pointed saying, "Look at the prices."I gazed at the machine and its crudely posted prices: 25 cents to guess your weight, 50 cents to tell your fortune and for $1 it would hypnotize.I almost fell over from laughter. What kind of gullible moron would fall for this ridiculous gimmick? I soon found out.Erica looked at me and said, "I'm.