I moaned again, the feeling of soft silk running down my legs arousing me even more. Something was definitely wrong here. But what was it? Why couldn'...t I remember? His hand went up my skirt again and this time I felt his fingers on my flesh. It felt odd down there... different somehow. His fingers danced over my flesh, pushing and playing with two folds of fleshThen, suddenly, I felt one of his fingers enter me. I gasped! Another finger, his thumb I assumed, reached up above the previous. Discomfort, pain and pleasure swirl into one. My eyes struggle to focus through the mix of conflicting feelings. With your other hand full with my breast, neither of my globes is left unattended. Nipping teeth swap from one to the other. My only relief from the biting pain is when your soft tongue offers brief respite. Straddling my naked body, pinning me with your weight pressed heavy against my rib cage, you grab a handful of my hair and roughly pull my head off the bed. My neck is craned. She arched her back, moaned and gasped in pleasure. I was surprised how much pain I was inflicting and just how much she loved it. Not only that, but how ready she was for more so soon after each pinch. Soon, Cassy bucking her hips, grabbed at my head, pulling me up to her face. Both of us couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was as hard as I’ve ever felt it and as I slid up her body I effortlessly pushed between her sopping folds and deep into the tiniest pussy of the most petite girl I’ve ever. "Lecia claps her hands once more, grabbing their attention. "This is not the time for speculation! We must be patient and observe. Yes, we did take a risk, but someone wrote this book for another to find. It was meant to be used!"She takes a breath before continuing. "Now as some of you are scientists, you know that you must experiment. Historians without evidence have to start off with a guess based on what they know about a specific time. Business men and women sometimes have to take risks to.