Taylors eyes widened as her gaze remained transfixed on his bulging erection. Catching herself too late, she looked up at his eyes. They held the same...laid-back expression he always had, but there was an unfamiliar intensity in his face, a sort of strain, as if he were struggling to hold himself back. He slid down into the chair and tapped his thigh. No, oh please, no. Run, run now. But her body wouldnt listen. Come here. There was a sharpness in his tone that she had never heard before. It. "Normally, Sam would just have deleted the message. But by this point, he was hammered enough not to be thinking clearly, and he clicked "OK."His browser loaded a page, but before he could see what it was, the entire screen turned black. Then, after a second, a blinking red text box came into view.WELCOME TO CREATELUST PROPLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME_"Sam Ermine," he typed, not really thinking about it.WELCOME SAM ERMINEPLEASE ENTER NAME OF YOUR DESIRED SEXUAL SUBJECT(S)Sexual subject? Sam blinked,. We would leave that.Most of what Ann wanted was the pictures for the walls. “Danica used to look at them when she was little and I would make up stories to tell her. They don’t have any value. I found the box of snapshots. They pretty much are a chronicle of my life. I’ll take that box of dolls that Danica played with. There is the Raggedy Ann Doll that father pulled the head off and made Danica cry. I sewed it back on for her. They bring back good memories for me.”I’d guess Ann didn’t have. There was no denying that we were having a blast with these three girls, that was a given. Yet this could be dangerous. The girls seemed quite excited to take this, way beyond what we, or they, ever imagined. We couldn't call this off, nor did we want to. The more we thought of it, the more we wanted to push the limits, hurt them. Actually we were very afraid of what we were finding out about ourselves. The girls thought they were exploring their submissive natures, and maybe they were. We were.