’ She looked up, surprised to hear her father calling her name. ‘What do you want?’ Ariana asked, clasping her son to her breast as if to protec...t him from some evil force. ‘To talk. To explain why I did things the way I did them,’ Glen answered. ‘Explain what? Why you imprisoned me after mom died? Why you tried to force me to marry someone as despicable as Jack!’ Ariana exclaimed. ‘Yes, I would like the chance to explain,’ Glen told her. ‘Explain then,’ Ariana said. ‘Not here, inside.’ ‘No way. A couple of minutes later, the front door opened and Marianna and the two girls came in, carrying grocery bags.I rose to greet her and she looked at our visitors before greeting me. “I see we have visitors.”“Yes. These gentlemen are with the FBI and want to talk to you. They assure me that you are not in trouble,” I said quickly, hoping to quell any alarm on Marianna’s part.“Oh ... I didn’t expect ... I mean ... let me deal with these bags and I’ll be right with you,” she said to the two men.. It was not that constrainedfreedom which I had previously had at weekends which initially camerushing at me on a Friday night as I tried to finish everything on my deskbefore heading out with my colleagues and then which started to escapefrom me as I woke at around midday on a Saturday and felt all but gone bythe time we reached Sunday lunchtime and I was all too aware that Mondayloomed on the horizon like an Auditor.That type of freedom was I guess liberty, the sort of freedom a prisonerfeels. His chest against my breasts, his cock against my belly. We kissed again, more urgently now, our passion intensifying with the feeling of our naked skin against each other. He slipped his body slightly lower, and I could feel the base of his cock rubbing between my legs, my moisture lubricating him immediately. He began to slowly hump against my crotch, the sensations driving me wild, and I bit his lip.He moved down my body, the length of his cock rubbing slowly between my legs as he moved, his.