‘My love.’ As my eyes slowly started to open I noticed that she sat on the couch across from me with her legs spread wide open as if to invite my ...ow surprising gaze. Her left hand caressing her thigh lifting up ever so often that her fingers trail over her luscious flesh. Her right hand softly cupping her bosoms then moving her fingers over her hard nipples pinching them softly as she delights in what her actions are stirring between her husbands loins. Her fingers taunting me as she playfully. I only know that the saliva in my mouth quickly soaks them, filling my mouth with the taste of ripe pussy. I am left to comtemplate my punishment, and after what seems like an eternity, I hear her voice, and Master brings her into our room. She has already changed into her skirt, so I know she's not wearing panties. Master briefly explains my latest transgression, and tells her to get comfortable in the recliner. He retrieves the long handled riding crop that is kept hanging beside the. He finished his drink and left the money on the table. He moved to join her. ‘Hello April.’ He said. ‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’ April asked. ‘Well I am Lord Donovan. And for how, well… I am a Mind Walker.’ ‘A what?’ She questioned. ‘Oh, dear. Mind Walker, telepath, psychic, same job, different names. And as for you, no more questions.’ Donovan said. April’s mouth opened to start to say something, but no words came out. With a snap of his fingers everyone went back to what they. There were no doubt shelters in China, Siberia, New Zealand and the Pacific Ocean where the last remnants of the human species might survive a little while longer, but not necessarily for many more years.It was without doubt the end for the Republic of England and for everything associated with it. There would be no more English art and culture. No more rural retreats. Those who survived were as equal as any other in their wretchedness with only ill-health and the prospect of slow death from.