And sorry being so hostile back then, but the anger and pain were still fresher back then, even if they were repressed more. It’s good to hear from ...ou again, Christy. It really is. And no, I don’t think that you’re going to hell. I think that you’re living through it right now. That’s hell enough for anyone. But we can try to drag you out, and we’ll wipe the soot and ashes off you, honey,” I reassured Christy, who sounded much calmer as she hung up with me.“Wow ... just wow! What can of worms. This meant of course that we would not see the results of the photography session, at least until I could get them developed later on.We were now both ready to get back to our screwing, we thought however that we heard voices in the building so quickly dressed and made our way out and back into the street. It turned out to be the correct decision because as we exited through one doorway, we saw what looked like a surveyor and a workman entering through another door.We decided the next stop on. " No problem. It won't hurt; it will just get us both more excited." What are you going to do?" asked Jacqui a little more wary now.She had been experimented on before and it was the nature of an experiment that you didn't exactly know how it would work. Then she giggled as she remembered a very messy experiment with some fudge which only caused both of them to get very sticky and didn't excite either of them.Taking out the rope, Colin positioned her standing up beside the bed. Jacqui watched. When I was done, I decided to go into the kitchen to see if I could find something to eat. I was wearing only my thin cotton pajama shorts, without underwear, and my flaccid penis and low hanging scrotal sac swayed back and forth as I walked to the kitchen. Since it was after midnight and everyone had gone to bed long ago, I didn't think it necessary to put on a robe. The kitchen was dark, so I decided not to turn on any lights, lest I wake up Lula, who's bedroom was right around the corner..