#27516 - Mum gave me a semi grim look back as if to remember me on what my task was. Would I really be able to do what I had seen on those pages? How strange was this fetish? Was I really willing to scarify that much just for sexual satisfaction? If I wasn’t able to do what I had told wouldn’t mum be terribly disappointed? Now that we had gone that far, now that we had told each other which secret wishes and desires we had, now that mum after over 17 years finally was in hope to have a fulfilled sex life again, now that our lives had changed in only a few days that dramatically, now that there was no way back, would I really be able to what I said I would like to do? I had tasted a couple of fingers on that nasty dinner toilet, that’s for sure, but wasn’t it many just some feeling of being overwhelmed by that absurd situation it had doubtless been? I thought all this in a couple of splits of seconds as I watched the doc opening the blue map of destiny in some kind of super slow motion. My
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