M... my twat!" she said. "Tickle my twat!" PLEASE, Gretchen," he said, another finger stroking just below her navel. "You need to ask nicely." PLEASE ...ickle my twat!" she begged."That's a good girl!" he said, and dropped his hand down to her crotch, deftly fingering her as she once again was overcome by agonizing ecstasy. He had to hold her up as she lost control of her trembling limbs, giggling and babbling and squealing.And then he stopped."No! No!" she pled. "More! I need more!" My my my!". He shook his head in commiseration. “It still doesn’t make it right, Ardt. Either way. None should have the power to force you to abandon your god in favor of another. It’s what the orphanage tried with me all those seasons ago. They certainly shouldn’t have the power to force you to submit and become a priest or priestess.”“I agree,” Ardt sighed. He looked up at his adopted son. “It won’t make a bit of difference if our complaining about it makes us late for supper.”Yren opened his mouth – and. Henry handed the driver a fifty and gave her a wink. Her story choked him up a bit. The girl smiled and Henry left.Henry flashed some card to the bouncer and was allowed entry right away. He didn’t have to wait in the long line of people trying to get in. The club was crowded, and there were lots of interesting people.Henry looked around the room to see if he knew anybody. He stood by the bar to get a drink. There were lots of women in groups all hanging out looking for guys. Henry was. I had two. Hein had replaced my old backpack with a new, black leather one. In it were my personal items including my Kindle, which contained my personal stash of reading, some of it being erotica romance that never failed to provide something that peaked my curiosity. The other bag was also black leather and was a shoulder bag containing my electronics that managed Hein’s life and business issues. A smartphone that was synced to his, a tablet for quick reference and easy handling, a black.