Like most people, I have something in both of these categories.Some of my secrets are small; a concealed inability to resist chocolate raisins, a hidd...n love of cheap romantic novels, a taste for exotic, sexy lingerie. Nothing serious or illegal, but given my feminist history, the sort of thing my colleagues would laugh at. Other secrets are larger; a side-line in reading and writing erotic stories, an occasional evening’s anonymous cyber-sex with a stranger when my husband is away. Nothing to. 'You see this establishment also has places for instant gratification', he saw a flicker of confusion momentarily cross my face.He came closer and whispered, 'You like to watch guys have a wank, see them cumming'?In fact I did, but tried as hard as I could not to reveal that trait, 'maybe you like to suck a cock or two, or take one in the ass', this was too much, but I was being reeled-in, this really was becoming everything I felt like doing right now.We went through a curtain and into a. "Are you going to fuck her Saturday morning, Paul?" Ok, I gave in, my hand on my breast slid down my flat tummy to my thong. I stiffened one finger and pushed it over my clit, just grinding down on it, giving it some relief. Mmm, that felt good."We are meeting at my office," came his playful answer, "it'll be empty, she and I fucked there last time and I am sure we'll do it again." Then, without giving me a chance to write something, he asked me a question now. "Do you have any more pictures of. “No one should be able to do what you have done,” he screamed at me.“I’m still waiting to be paid,” I shouted back at him.“No, never,” he continued. “Is that what you think this was all about ... money?” he demanded.“Very well,” I said and cast a spell that called all of the money he was carrying to me. It turned out to be quite a lot.“How could you do that? I couldn’t even stop the simple spell that you used,” he said in a disoriented voice.“The answer is simple, Fritz. I studied Ley Line.