“We have some real, pressing issues to discuss here! Bottom line is that we can't progress any further until I get a confirmation if the two of you ...are with us on this." Alex stared at me, waiting for my reply. "Well... I guess I'm in," I hesitatingly declared. All attention was on Alex now, but she avoided any eye contact and kept her head down. She was about to make the biggest decision of her life. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "You don't have to do this." She. Amina had had her abstaining from all pleasure during her training, a commitment she had not broken since leaving the Temple, but her desires were straining to be freed.Regulating her breathing, she schooled herself to serenity. Looking past the cavorting feast of nudity, she saw a dais at the rear of the chamber upon which a man sat, tall and proud and garbed in a shimmering black robe. Even at fifty paces, she could feel his eyes, pinning her where she stood. The aura coming off him was the. She had bent over for her middle-aged but still attractive boss Mister Jennings and even let him stick his thing all the way up her brown eye when he pulled out shortly before shooting his load into her welcoming cunt. In a way, she appreciated his consideration of her child-bearing age and was more than happy to open up her lonely back door for his attentions which were no longer desired by his cheating wife. The woman was filled with hatred at him for his unsuccessful career and their. Then he put bandages on the small wound in my throat. Karajan brought me back to life. Fed me chicken broth with a spoon.My only clothes now are these dry wool socks and fresh panties he is letting me wear, and the afghan wrapped tight around me. The fire in this room is burning, and I am grateful to Karajan. The sun goes down so early; the city is far away, is nothing to speak of. They consider me prudish there.“Are you alright?”“Yes,” I say, “thank you,” as I raise my mouth, offer him my.