He said that nothing could happen between us other than friendship, unless you said it was okay. He did not want to risk hurting and losing you.”Vio...let continued to struggle but did not attempt to bite me again, which was good. I did not think I would be able to keep holding her if she did that again.“Are you ready to calm down?” I asked my prisoner. “I want you to promise that you will not attempt to hurt your friend again.”She nodded silently, and I carefully released my grip, ready to grab. She made quick work of shaving her legs and began shaving her pussy as an afterthought. She normally kept her pubic hair trimmed, but she was feeling so sexy that whim just took her over. She had to bite her lip while her free hand moved to help her shave. Finished, she sat down in the tub and flipped the switch so shower stopped and began filling the tub. “Oh god, what was his name?” she thought as she began lathering her large breasts as an excuse to fondle them. With a 36D cup, any excuse. Her mother divorced her father when she was four, leaving two children behind, Angique and her newborn baby brother. The woman went to live the jet set life with a never-ending chain of boy toys. She became a stranger at the very few occasions Angique saw her again.Her father abandoned her when he took her to the nuns' convent school before she was twelve; a school that had done everything to break her spirit and turn her into a sex slave for sick priests and the arrogant élite of a demented. The extra troops were a knee-jerk reaction to Stix coming through the shield.She went so far as to apologise to Stix about her previous rant about taking over the island. It was only after Stix left and she settled down from her fright that she realised that Stix had been correct and they didn’t have the means to force the Tarans off the island.News from the south had filtered back as to just how many Tarans now lived on the island and some of the advancements that had been made. She had even.