Watching her tremble and hearing her cursing him. Savoring her completely. 'If the time and place had been different I would have asked your father fo...r you as my wife'. 'You will never love me but you are mine just the same'. 'If my plans are fruitful you will wear the crown of a queen and bear me fine sons'. She snarls at him. She curses him. But she knows that is her fate. She belongs to him as does her country. He has taken her and it by force and she will have to accept that or kill herself. She held a garment bag in one hand, a small duffel in the other. "Mama! What are you doing here?" The two females hugged.I was jealous. Inga never hugged me. Neither did her mother, just a handshake."Just stopping by for a chat with Mr. Marcus about your ministry." Doc kissed the top of Inga's head. "He had nothing but positive things to report."Yes, about how perky her tits looked before I wrapped her in a towel, and how her round and firm ass filled out her panties. "You're doing a great. After all I keep myself in shape, maybe I don't have huge tits, but what I got are firm and my ass is nice and firm as well, so why not let Roger see the one that got away. When I got home finding it empty other then a note saying, sorry honey, dad needed someone to take a load to the other coast. See you in about 10 days. Love you, call later. Ps I wished I had those pictures right now. I called Roger and it went to voicemail so I left a quick message for him to call me when I had some time.. Cat. Kitten. Connection. And both of them, heroic hero andlusty lady, had just given a BJ that would make a whore blush. Goodgrief.From his seat at the breakfast table, Mocker said, "You look delightful,darling. I'm so glad that you're my loving bride. Always prepared tocater to my every need, whether it be gustatory or lust-a-tory."Kitten laughed dutifully as the strained wordplay. Cat cringed inwardlyat the role he was being compelled to play. Holy mind-trickery. Was hetotally,.