Then Devison was there again to introduce the final book. "A change of genre," he said, before stating, "Presenting this author, a lady, who I'm pleas...d to say, in spite of difficulties has just made it, Ms. Karen Farrell.Another Karen? Frank glanced towards the side curtain, and his heartt leapt as Karen Cruddas appeared, in a neat black dress, with thin straps that bared elegant shoulders. Karen Cruddas? Karen Farrell? Whatever her name, here was the Karen he'd been longing to see.As she. ‘Oh Ken, it’s so nice of you to agree be our new playmate’, she gushed before giving a long lingering kiss. ‘Stan told me about how he really liked meeting you and have a nice wank’. Come on through, as it such a nice day, we’re having tea on the patio.On the patio Stan, told me to sit opposite Judith and next to him, as she so enjoyed showing off. The food was nice and but we seemed to drink a lot of tea and the tension was palpable. Judith broke the ice. ‘Ken, Stan gave you an idea of what we. I was being fucked in a filthy mens’ room while another man was shitting in the stall next door. The cock in my cunt was fucking me so hard I found it difficult to maintain my position and feared my face would be forced into the filthy toilet bowel. That would be awful – it must have been covered in germs. This was so hot – I was so shamed. My orgasm was enormous and my cries could have been heard for miles – this was hotter than I had imagined. Now I had organised on the internet that he. This wasn't a hate crime. He hadn't been read. He'd sucked off some guy, and been beaten by his girlfriend. He tried to get up, but fell down; turns out he was also blind drunk. That was more why he was in the alley than his eye. I thanked God I hadn't been involved in the fight, or we'd both be in jail right now; I fight like a caged rat. So he got up, leaned on me after all, and we headed back to our room.We slept like the dead. I got the story out of him the next day: he'd gotten really.