As some new travelers seeking shelter from the storm entered the Inn.The warm stew fills your belly and warms you up. You had never liked ale but you ...didn't want to be rude so your were sipping it whenever Olaf look back your way. You had pushed away your plate and you brought out your only possession other than the clothes on your back, and sheathed dagger on your hip. It was a medium sized journal with a black leather bound cover. If one looked closely they would have seen it was made of dark. I was overpowered, overwhelmed, needing release and feeling utterly vulnerable. My pussy felt so full that it verged on painful, except it verged on exquisite as well. How could he have fitted it all inside of me? There were subtle but deep emotions underneath his mask and I could feel them. The tenderness was a surprise and caused me to relax and emit an appreciative moan as he began to glide in and out of me.It was a slow fuck at first, his body and my body learning each other. Soon the. I’d feel my palsy return withits accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach herpencil that was closer to her than to me. Then something happened one day, as if the gods onhigh, drained by their laughter at the poor mortalsuffering mightily below, deigned to take pity on him.It didn’t appear that way at first, for it began as thecruelest blow a teen-aged virgin can endure. “Henry Collingsworth, are you paying attention?” “Yes, Miss Pasternak.” “I. Katrina lay for the first time in three months feeling safe and happy. Now escaped from Alexei, and laying here with Josh, she could relax. Making love with Josh she had felt that she’d reclaimed her body, her soul, and her life. The nightmare of the last three months, being raped by men, forced into prostitution and hurt by Alexei a thing of the past, a fresh beginning in her future. The ugly marks on her body would fade, the red weal’s where he had hit her with the crop would disappear, but.