She groaned and turned her body onto her back.Yes!Her hands were up near me. She had a cute, pouty look on her young face. Her precious tits stood fir...m. But her thighs were open.And I grabbed.And I groped.And I slid my fingers between the sweet lips of her pussy.She was moaning now, writhing a bit on the sofa.I dug in. Just a little at first.She jerked.I pulled out and played on the surface.She squirmed and panted a little louder.I rubbed and rubbed her little butterfly pea, and her eyes began. " The screen closed with a soft swishing sound. It reminded me of Sam and I started crying again."Come, child," I heard Father McGuire calling from outside the confessional.I walked through the curtain, my face streaked with tears, and he was there, softly smiling, his arm outstretched and beckoning. I buried my face in his chest and started crying again. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "There, there, now. With God's help, we'll make it all better."I couldn't tell him, but I. As Sarah described the situation she was already beginning to sketch ideas on a handy napkin."He's being a complete selfish prick. All I require is that when the alarm goes off he gets up from his spot on the floor, and kneels by the side of my bed with his mouth open and his head back. Then his only job is to swallow. Christ, a baby could manage that. But no, not this useless bastard." And the usual training techniques aren't working?" No. I've been beating his ass for weeks now and still he. I had chained them up Friday well before noon, and now at 9 Sunday evening I cut off their clothes and hosed them off. The 60 hour delay could not be helped; they set the schedule when they stole the gold.For the last 12 hours they were just on curare, an organic drug from the Amazon my people knew well. In the past my maternal tribe gave it to visitors for headaches and for control purposes, especially before a rare tribal feast with company. Large servings of rare meats were hard to come by,.