"Good." Adrian glanced up from his book. "So you can see how slutty you look."Claire nodded, humming in agreement."There's no reason to be selfish tho...gh. I think other people would like to see what a slut you are too. Why don't you go outside and show your slutty little outfit off to the world, my pet?"Go outside? thought Claire. She was tethered to the wall. She couldn't even reach the hall, let alone walk down the stairs and out of the villa, onto the street. Wondering how she could possibly. It was not that I didn't want to keep the correspondence going, but with little chance of seeing Marilyn for some time there seemed to be no point in the exercise. I am not certain whether it was the paucity of my letters or if she had found another young man visiting the hotel to keep her company. Whatever, the contact as fleeting as it was fell by the wayside. Next year Frankie Vaughan also recorded 'Kisses Sweeter than Wine' and every time I heard it I experienced a moment of melancholy for. He pulls me towards him again and I brace for the onslaught. Instead he grabs my head and begins pushing me down. Assuming I was going to get a chance to worship his piercing I bent my knees to get down on all fours. But he kept pushing on my head, first with his hands and then with a foot until I am eye level with his boots, which turned out to be exactly where he wanted me. He then moved his boot into my mouth, forcing it open. I now understood how they were kept so clean, through the tongue. M was about to say something when Leila's mouth was on hers, her tongue quickly entering Mrs. M's mouth. Her heart was pounding, her breasts were being squeezed, somehow a hand was suddenly between her legs and Leila's questing fingers had found her soaking wet pussy and two of them had entered her. It had all happened so fast her head was spinning, her desire mounted their French kissing was like something she could not even imagine and she returned it as passionately as she could. Not a word.