Even as I closed my eyes and the pulsing warmth of my orgasm quickly approached I remembered his comment, “Damn girl, I love being deep throated!”...; my own sarcastic thoughts had been simply that was a talent I had never mastered and still wasn’t doing this night. A nervous, almost uncontrollable laughter was spreading through my mind but then the pure, animalistic, irresistible need for pleasure won.I screamed against his hand and felt my cervix dip down within me even though there was no. His hands stroked her cheek and her hair before he ran the back of his fingers down her neck.Rebecca shuddered. Somehow he had picked up on whatever signals she had given. Slow and gentle lovemaking with a man she loved was exactly what she was in the mood for – and he knew it. Her hands found themselves atop the smooth muscles of Adam's back as he moved his lips to her freckled shoulder and down her body. He sat up briefly to remove his shirt but left his shorts on. He wanted to feel her skin. Evelyn was unsure what to say. This was the woman who had watched as she was raped by her husband and yet had nursed her in hospital and was probably responsible for saving her life. Evelyn grimaced, in some ways they had saved each other. Evelyn felt some words were in order:"What will you do now Charity?", she asked."I do not know mistress, if I stay I think I will be killed."Evelyn felt the burden of responsibility falling on her shoulders again."I can't take you with me Charity...", she. Wait a minute. I want to remember this, “ she said quickly. She reached into her purse and pulled her digital camera out and set it on the bar of the kitchen. She set the timer for 30 seconds each. “Stand right there, “she said as she looked through the back to make sure we would be framed, “now lie down on the floor.” I did her bidding until she was satisfied that the pictures would record our actions and then she walked back to me. “Now, where were we? I think you were about to rip off my.