Two months for me to get the job done was stretching it, but she hadn’t complained at all. Much. So, the last thing I needed was for there to be any...delay with the prints, which Cristal’s people were producing and a framer was meant to be completing in the next four days. Her asking me to wait worried me (though not enough to stop me falling asleep). So, when she came back into her office with coffee and apologies, I came round sluggishly, but I did come round. I was almost ready to ask if. Zack hoped for nice weather as it was once again time for Vancouver Island’s Filberg Festival held annually in the Comox Valley. The festival consisted of ninety-six artisan vendors and various musicians. Zack parked his truck on a local street several blocks from the festival grounds. Along the route to the festival he encountered several groups of people. There was a young mother with two small children that walked hand in hand. Further along the route he met three young ladies dressed in. She set the note to the side and sipped the wine as she filled in her paperwork , every few minutes her mind was distracted and she would look over at the note where she had left it before going back to thinking about her work and at one point she lifted the note and put it in her handbag to put it out of sight . it was no use she thought as she packed up her work , she couldn't concentrate on the work after the note and as she lit a cigarette her mind kept going back to the stranger . for a. Dr Heinlein was poking a dark nasty looking probe of some kind into Teresa's brown bum hole. This seemed to be wired in to the same control box as the electrodes on her tits. Sister Sue was tickling and teasing at Teresa's hairy unshaven cunt with her own gloved fingers, inserting a finger often, while looking coldly into her victim's eyes. As the punk dominatrix lasciviously gyrated the electrified probe into her helpless arsehole, Mum groaned a loud, disgusted but strangely passionate.