We went out that evening for a pukka slap-up meal. I think everyone in both our families was pleased to hear that we'd finally set a date.It was that ...econd novel that was to be the root cause of me using a different name in my by-line. Stella and the new publisher suggested that it would be a good idea to distance myself as much as possible from the story published in the magazine for the time being at least.It was Aileen who suggested that I use her brother's Christian name, Duncan, for my. She pulled a thin silver scalpel from the bag, razor sharp blade glinting in the afternoon sun. I was thinking first, Id leave a little artists signature. I want to brand you. She wielded the scalpel over Rachels stomach. She stood back and contemplated, then wripped the girls shirt just above her stomach. Good canvas. But what will we say? She thought for a moment, then took the blade to Rachels skin. She guided it so that it cut deep enough to leave scars, but it barely bled, little droplets. , he slowly pulled out the softening cock, spanked my ass really hard and he ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up and I sure didn’t want to meet his wife so got dressed quick and said goodbye as fast as I could and hopped in my car for the 5 min. ride home.About 1 minute into the ride home I could feel a big fart coming, I figured he wore a condom so it’s just trapped air, no problem so I let a little fart, it felt so good but there was a problem, I was now sitting in something warm and wet. Are you a tourist in town? Be sure to get one of our postcards to send home to the wifey, huh?’ he nudged. ‘Special deal … just buy two drinks and the rest of the treats are on the house. Hey, hey! Such a deal!’ Before the stunned professor could even open his mouth to tell the sweaty-smelling, liquor-breathed man that he was a friend of Valerie’s, two nakedly attired girls in sequined G-strings and bras grabbed him, one by each arm and e****ted him into the dark interior of Valerie .