"Look, we'll just never know," Angela said. "I checked his out and he seems legit. Your lawyers agreed and even the private investigator you hired cou...dn't find anything on him." Yes, but was it all an illusion that the investigator saw? Is his whole public persona an intricate illusion?" I asked.I shook my head, a dense headache coming on. All this thinking and worrying with no way to answer the questions. It was just pissing me off. I slid back from the table, the women talking among. Sure enough,there he was behind the bar. He was looking at the various wine andliquor bottles that had been left up there. Every last one of themseemed to be homemade and put into ornate bottles. Their labels werewell worn, so what they were was a mystery."Having a party down here?" Allison spoke casually, though there was abit of agitation in her voice. She must have spooked the man because henearly dropped a star shaped glass bottle that he was inspecting."Oh, uh..." He was at a loss for. As he wandered back through the lingerie, he rationalized his silly obsession with these clothes: almost everything on these shelves would get to hug, squeeze, and hold a woman's body--likely much sooner than Travis would. It gave him a measured deference for these inanimate objects--an almost envious respect for what they'd get to feel, even if they didn't have the capacity to 'know' the priviledged position they'd been given.Ridiculous, he thought. He had to wonder whether these were normal. God, she was wet. This girl digs me, I thought, and started fucking her roughly. Little bitch liked it, and started cumming some ten minutes later. I didnt stop, I just got her legs up, and continued to destroy her pussy event though I knew she was tender after first orgasm. At first, she said nothing, her face was acting to pain, but soon enough, again, I could see signs of pleasure coming back. I was acting like a horny ape, so I just got up, took a glass cup from her bedside table, and.