I took all this in so quickly, without realizing what a pervert I must have seemed, scanning her nakedness like a photocopier, burning the image in my... mind for later use.Finding us both at a loss for words, we stood there dumbfounded and unable to speak for a few moments whereupon I suddenly said, “Want to try one together?”To my surprise and amazement, she stood there staring at me with my erection fully on show, and then quietly, as if this was normal, replied, “Okay! Why not!”After all, you. We begin to kiss passionately, my hands running over your body as you press against me. My hands run under your shirt and over your breasts as your hand moves over my chest and down my body. You find that I am indeed as hard as I was earlier. I move my hands under your skirt and begin to pull your panties down when you stop me. You pull back and say you can’t do this, not in a church. You’re a good Catholic girl, and although you are extremely turned on, you have put up some sort of mental. Do what your told, don’t give us any trouble, and you’ll live to see your parents again. Cause problems and you won’t like the consequences,” Blake said, looking directly at Lyle.“Is one of the hot chicks your girlfriend?” Marco asked Lyle, as he laid there with his hands tied behind his back.“No. Kelly’s my sister, and Tara is her best friend,” Lyle answered, trying his best to not show just how frightened he was, and knew from the way the men were looking over the girls, they were going to be. "The two of them left the pub, with Beatrice threading an arm through Al's and gazing up at him in a way that she knew would be interpreted as a seductive smile. They made an unexceptional couple for this district of Ecstasy. Al was wearing an expensive suit and Beatrice was resplendent in a wealth of silk and satin that was worn only by woman with means or those trying to attract the attention of men of such wealth.Beatrice would never return to the Tartan Retreat again. It had now become one.