It’s like seeing a juicy steak during Lent - the steak, by itself, isn’t good or bad. It’s you choosing to eat it when you know you shouldn’t,... because of your fasting rule, that is the problem.”“Are you talking about yourself?”“Obviously.”“Does Tasha know she’s a steak?” Elizaveta asked mirthfully.“Ask her,” I chuckled. “But you see my point, right?”“That we can’t blame Satan or God, but only ourselves.”“Which is the point of confession, right? To admit where we have fallen short and to seek. ”“Sir?” she said, her voice confused and a puzzled look on her face.“Call me Dan,” he said generously. “Except for when you're on your knees, of course. But when you're on your knees before me, you'll be calling me “Master” instead of “sir.”“On my knees before you?” she whispered, looking at him a little startled. “No, I'm not... I can't see myself doing that.”“I can,” he said softly, reaching up one hand and caressing her face. “I can imagine you doing it right now.” His other hand came up,. I felt one of her knee's press against my inner thighs, then move up and over my still hard organ. "I can feel that your loving what I'm doing to you! So much so that you would probably like me putting make-up on you!" She taunted in an almost scolding voice. She grabbed my hair with her hands and held me so I was forced to look up at her. "I want to hear you say it!" She said, wrinkling her nose. "Confess that you enjoy being my little sissy!" She ordered. To make a long. ”Josephine had always liked gray skies, and gray water; there was a dark majesty about the look as the waves crashed against the rocks beneath them. He murmurs his agreement as he nuzzles his faces into her neck, she giggles from the pressure and then gasps as he softly bites her neck. He turns her face to his to devour her sweet, red lips, and tongue with his own. Josephine is about to ask whether they should go inside, but the look on Luc’s face answers for her. She smiles lasciviously in.