“Therefore, I have chosen for the figures at the center of the rostrum, not the lovers that you thought you saw, but a Pieta—weeping Madonna with ...her crucified son. The positioning is the same as Michelangelo’s famous work, but the figures are those of Wesley and Rebecca. The motto flourish beneath is in New Testament Greek.”“Greater love hath no man,” Doc translated. He paused to polish his glasses with a handkerchief. They had inexplicably steamed over. He noticed that Margaret was dabbing at. .. She glanced at me as she selected a black leather paddle, snickering atmy crotch. "Did you play with your little clitty this week? Look me inthe eye. Did you masturbate?"Actually I had. I'd been so frustrated with everything that was going onwith Elise, that I'd masturbated at least twice, each time fantasizingabout the session with Bernard and the way Alexia had finger-fucked me.I didn't even have to say a word. Mommy just knew."You little bitch!" she cried. "And I expressly told you, you. She immediately got angry and slapped me on my face and asked me to get out.I was very embarrassed to face her and I was also afraid that she was going to complain me to my parents. In the evening when my mom reached by seeing my face she asked me why I was so moody, I said nothing and was about to leave to my room at that time I saw janaki aunty coming towards our house. I got really scared by seeing her and I was sure that she was coming to complain about me.But to my surprise she smiled at. ’”“Hot,” Mark noted. “Well, Amelia, I find your friend Gina here exceedingly enticing—look how cute her cock cage is!—and I think I’d love to entertain her for a while.” Mark gave Gina the same grin as before, with a note of hunger flickering in it, as he removed his belt and unzipped his pants, advancing on her slowly. “Kneel down and open up, baby!” chimed Amelia from the doorway with a giggle.Gina knelt; she was panicking, but all she could do was follow instructions if she hoped to regain.