. more magic.My consciousness bounced against a wall, deep inside my head. It was a weird sensation ... similar to attempting to recall a particularly...elusive memory. I knew the power that I needed was just beyond this mental barrier ... but I couldn't pass ... I couldn't pass.But I had to.I gripped Master's chains even tighter, and threw myself utterly against the obstruction. Tears sprung to my eyes as I was repelled.Again, I thought to myself.Once more, I threw my being at the wall inside my. .." Stand up." said Carrie, and the woman complied. Carrie promptly yanked her pants down, sat the woman back down on the seat of the gondola, and started going at her with her tongue."I... uh... what are you doing?" she asked again, but didn't resist, and opened her legs wider to give Carrie's tongue access to her pussy. The sight of Carrie going at it on the young woman, combined with the feeling of Beth's dripping wet cunt wrapped around my dick, was about all I could take, and when Beth. By now most of the second bottle of wine had gone, and my wife was seriously intoxicated. I didn’t regret this in the slightest. All it meant to me was that now she definitely wouldn’t object to what I now had in mind. Even though my wife had been in rapture when I was feeling her pussy, she just couldn’t stave off the effects of the wine. She became increasingly drowsy, and gradually fell into a deep sleep. This suited my purpose perfectly. I gently untied the shoelaces at the sides of my. Lauren asked for the dinner menu and they studied it, trying to determine from the French and Spanish descriptions exactly what each dish contained. Lauren was pleased that it included European dishes as well, and settled for the beef stroganoff while Emma had plaice and chips. With starters of prawn cocktail and the promise of coffee at the end, they waited at the bar for their table and continued to plan the rest of their stay.The restaurant was dark, intimate and very refined. Lauren could.