.. “Oh my goodness. This really is just the weirdest thing. But I promised not to say anything so I won’t ... Mrs Glenda Harper you just hold your...tongue now like all the others said they would do and we will just have to trust the Good Lord that all will be OK. Amen!”When Glenda Harper was back in her own bedroom she very deliberately placed the pamphlet she had been studying way up high and at the very back of a shelf in her wardrobe. It was obvious from this action that she didn’t want. It tasted salty, I had forgotten the taste. I could see that the woman above me was only crouching over the toilet seat. When the flow of piss stopped she sat down properly and looked down at my face once more and spoke (in French)"Lick me now to orgasm, or I shall shit on you."My face was tickled by her pubic hair. I pushed my tongue up and into her cunt and penetrated her vagina. It felt smooth and tight. The woman shifted her arse backwards and I could feel her clitoris – just a little nub. Jamie stroked and massaged each stump in turn making Lily relax and close her eyes, enjoying the attention each new stump was getting.‘So, what are the rules today?’ Jamie asked.‘I’m your pet, you can do with me as you please.’ Lily replied sexily.‘Any limits?’ Jamie asked.‘Erm, we’ll see as we go. But anything that may leave a mark must be confined to my torso and bum, nothing that can’t be hidden easily with clothes’ Lily replied still finding her comfort level with Jamie’s lifestyle.‘Ok.’. I’ve always wanted to find a context in which to use such old-fashioned words,” I told my Queen with a deep tongue kiss.“The pirates are dead. The politicians and others of that ilk are losing their heads as we speak. You’re really gonna rid us of any feelings of guilt or anything of that sort, you say?” Mom asked me now.“Yes, of course. Look, to quote John Milton from Devil’s Advocate, ‘Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta do is set it down.’ Or in this case, I’ll set it down.