She was enjoying her freedom and we would often go for a walk together holding hands and constantly smiling at one another.We made a new clip every we...k, sometimes her by herself, using either her hands or a toy, sometimes me with her. We made one using the camera and just a little bit of natural light, it started with her rubbing her hands all over her body, then she masturbated for a while, then my hand came into the shot as I played with her pussy for a while, then the artiste in me took my. The idea of becoming a creature that drank blood to assuage its lust for blood was abhorrent. I realised that I needed to safeguard myself from becoming a thing that was driven by a ravenous lust for blood.After much self-examination I realised that compassion was the safeguard that prevented an intelligent, reasoning life form from becoming a mere leech. If I could feel compassion for those deserving of it I would not fall into the trap of regarding breathers as so much cattle. Perhaps the. .”“You said that regarding Julie.”“Right. Since you’ve moved in I’ve been feeling more and more that it has struck a second time.”“Oh, no,” she replied. “You’re not going to use the L-word. Tell me you aren’t.”“I don’t like the L-word ... because I think it’s too ambiguous.”“What do you mean?”“For example, I can say, I love oranges. Then, what do I do with an orange? I rip its skin off, tear it apart and eat it bit by bit. I don’t have that kind of love for you.”Irene giggled. “Good thing,. I understand he’s very generous.” Hubby said“No darling, I mean what are you willing to give if I fuck one of your clients?”The waitress nearly dropped the dessert menu’s on hearing my last comment. I smiled at her. She was pretty, about sixteen, I could see down her dress, her breasts nestled in a black lace bra. She stood as if waiting for our order. She could wait.“So darling, what is it worth, my fucking one of your business clients?”“Name your price,” he said.“Maybe I’d like this waitress.