If we both acknowledge that there’s nothing to support the ideas will you tell us a little?”“Really?” I ask.“Yeah. Just knowing what people...think about it might help.”“Well, everyone’s account is different. A lot of people say it smells strongly, but in different ways. I’ve heard people say that it smells like petrol, burning rubber, wildfire smoke, licorice root, blood, brimstone, pure alcohol, ‘the crispiness of dry bone and dust’, ‘partly dried cum’, and ‘a poorly refrigerated fish market. The home seemed an immeasurably darker place as she left it. The warmair seemed unbearably stagnant without her cheerful presence.After she left, me and the old woman cleaned up the kitchen while mymaid and her father attended to things in the room she was sharing withher daughter. Shortly after we finished cleaning up, my maid and herfather came out with her bag."What's going on?" I asked.My maid gave me a sympathetic look as she said she had to go back home.I shook my head, distressed. She had been a little bit upset that he had scorned her tingling twat to push inside her Victoria’s two decade’s younger rear door with the enthusiasm of a devoted fan of anal expression. Her daughter’s expression was a mixture of pleasure and pain that made her both jealous and protective of her carnal secrets.The sight of Tony’s beautiful long, thick dick disappearing again and again inside her beloved daughter’s perfect heart-shaped buttocks eventually caused an excitement of her female core. She had tried caning herself at home, using a cane she had bought to support a tall delphinium which grew in a pot on the balcony of her apartment, but generating an accurate, forceful stroke had not been easy and although she had made her bottom sting, she knew it would in no way match the strokes she must now endure. Sir Jolyon’s intended target was the lower, fleshier part of Judith’s bottom and as he delivered the second stroke parallel to the first Judith flexed and straightened her knees.