I knew exactly what was going on now,and it was the only thing in the world that I wanted. As I thoughtabout it, and thought only about that and nothi...g else,I started to really get into the level of pleasure whereI was writhing, softly swearing, and begging for the pleasureto take me, as if each of them was fucking me hard and fast,as two fingers slapped in and out of my hot, wet sex. I struckhard at my narrow channel with my slender, long fingers,filling myself, lustful and hot, as Dave and. But there’s something about that first drink of the evening. The best.As I take that first sip, I remember that Bernie DeVoto quote, “The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted, your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.”Well, I don’t remember it exactly. I have to look it up.“All the Federales say They could have had him any day They only let him. LOL I regress, lets get to the meat of the story.I was visiting friends in the area and one evening while everyone was either at work or busy somewhere else, I decided to look in the old-fashioned Yellow Pages. You remember them don't you? I found the massage listings and every one of them seemed like legitimate massage offerings. They all listed occupational license numbers, as required by local laws and they all claimed to be the absolute best in town. Not that I would expect any business to. It's hard to explain, but a marriage doesn't seem to be enough for me. I need to be Willow's. Well, Willow and Erica's since they do share everything, including a brain sometimes.Oh, this is Violet writing. Louisa pretends she's too hoity-toity to write to other concubines. It's not really that, its more she doesn't know how she might relate to you. She's a wonderful lover and truly devoted to my mistresses, but she's also so much older that at times we don't have a lot in common.Bree would.