It took me a few moments to make the connection. Folsom’s voice, his tone, his ... understated eloquence, reminded me of Hardmore’s own quiet flue...cy. And, in a way, of the chilling calmness emanating from the text of “Mud People”.Folsom kicked off the formal session, “In addition to our common cause, the foundation of our relationship is a mutual lack of curiosity about each other.”Murmurs of approval“Today, we finally have a friend, a true friend, here in DC. But for most establishment. .." she said sternly as I tried to get close to her. "I need to get away from all this for a while."***AFTERWARDS***I had to console my daughter who was crying afterwards. She said she heard the entire argument, but was too scared to come out and say anything. We had always assumed that what we did together in private would always remain our little secret and that no one would ever know- but we took that for granted. Joan emailed me later that night telling me that she would be at her sister's. Her husband had watched the show and was asking her if she was ready to come home or needed another week or so of training. He decided to take her home after telling her he was going to buy her a nice big dog for her ongoing home training.A very large Japanese guy entered the room. He was all dressed up in a war like Samurai costume and proceed to have his way with another blindfolded girl brought up from the dungeons. It was like a very erotic theatrical show and the guests were all clapping. "Use your tongue, too, Julie. On the tip." And like an obedient trainee, the girl flicked her hot tongue around his sensitive knob. Holding her pretty face, Don guided the girl and soon she had established a smooth rhythm, licking the tip, then engulfing it with her soft lips and then sliding her mouth down over it until it bumped the entrance to her throat and she uttered a throaty, gagging sound.The novice cocksucker liked what she was doing. The feel of the big, hard cock sliding between her.