It almost seemed pure. Her grip moved from my wrists up my arms to my body. She untucked my t-shirt from the waistband of my skirt and pulled it up, ...only parting from my lips to allow the fabric to pass over my head. She tugged the sleeves from my hands, then my fingertips moved down her smooth back. Her skin rippled with goosebumps as my nails, that she had painted red not a day before, tucked beneath the elastic of her knickers. Suddenly her tongue vanished from mine and I thought I had. " It's not your kink I worry about, my love," he assures her. "It's your aim."And they both crack up, because they share the same irreverent sense of humor. And really, when you're alive and well and with the one you love, just about anything can strike you funny, can't it?She's come so far, he thinks, since the days when she first came home from the hospital. Learning to move around the house unassisted. Folding laundry, washing dishes. Slowly getting the hang of cooking again, simple things. Is that good enough?" Yes, Io, that'll be fine. I keep forgetting about your capabilities." That's all right, Zeus. I understand that my capabilities are not of..." Can we get back to the problem at hand?" interrupted Martinez."Io, get us started moving toward the motel."We drove at a slow speed down Shell Path, toward the original pickup point, wipers trying to keep pace with the pelting rain, and not succeeding. There ahead of us, was a large SUV, with two men just getting in. It was headed. He seemed to be made of steel. She felt burning desire in the pit of her stomach as her mind imagined and wondered, ‘How steely is his cock?’. ‘Yes, that’s what philosophy says. Let us see if you can practice it,’ said Thakur. He resented her preachy tone. He just needed to teach her the lesson of her life in temptation and succumbing. He now reached under her below her belly. His middle finger slid to her slit. His fingers spread her lips. The other hand was used to guide his cock. When his.