It startled her to feel sweet, slightly painful tingles running from her nipples, where they scraped against the cloth of her tank top, to her damp pu...ssy, snug in her shorts."Oh NO!" she yipped. How could her uncle think she was like that."You mean you really ARE a virgin, Marci?" her uncle leaned close to her, still rubbing."Uh huh" she nodded her head. It was all she could force herself to do. Her hand went to her crotch, almost a defensive motion, as her fingers covered the pussy she was. " Ok. But when this is over, please sleep with me, and hold me in your arms?"I smiled as my heart melted for her. "I will, my love."She gave me her most radiant smile at that. I was now able to distinguish the love for her from the love for Jarielle. While they were the same in many respects, Sharon possessed qualities that Jarielle hadn't. Jarielle was Setian. She would have accepted the Crusade against Mankind, at first. Sharon wouldn't, had she been in our shoes. She would have fought for. There's something different about her today. She seems more defiant, more dangerous than usual. The tattoos on her arms and chest are amazing, only forcing my brain to imagine where the rest lead... She isn't my type. Dangerous, tattooed, boyish. All things I steer clear of when I'm staring at a woman. But there is something about her that has my pussy dripping. She's always bagging her pants, showing off boxers designed with different things. A baggy shirt over small breasts and a tight waist.. Still hours to go. Trying to remove her mind from the coldness in her feet, she pulled paper from her bag and decided to draw. As her marker flowed across her page, her mind stayed still on her feet. They were cramping, but that is what happens when you are learning to wear material that bites. Finishing her drawing she dedicates it to Him, the captor of the night. Her captor instructs her to prepare. She inserts the rubber red ball into her mouth, pulling its straps tight. The straps pull the.