Find Jo and send her to me, make up some story, anything. The three of us will sort this out, don’t worry.’ He didn’t look terribly happy but th...en I suppose he didn’t like the idea of three women who loved him raking over his bones. I knew it was for the best however, with him there Gianna would never really relax, she’d always be aware of him, his appeal and her love for him. Reluctantly he left and I put my arm around her. I had a sudden thought, here was I a girl of just 21 comforting a. I reached down and untied Rebekah's ankles, allowing her to close her legs. She was slow to do so. It was as if she wanted more of what she had just received. I took her from the couch, and placed her on her knees on the carpet in front of the couch. I then seated myself on the couch in front of Rebekah, with my legs spread on each side of her. My erect cock was mere inches from her face. I pulled her to me and kissed her on her gagged mouth."Prisoner, you have been tortured, but it continues.. I kissed her head and said, “Wish you had it in your mouth. It would have been a great feeling. I understand you don’t like that. But I need you to be mine completely and enjoy without any restrictions.” She responded, “I am sorry.”She explained, “But you need to go through this. I really can’t suck your cock. I haven’t done that for my hubby. You expect me to do that to you? Please forget that and she started kissing me.” I just laid down on her and tried to enter her. I asked her to insert it. I named it my ‘White Place’.By unknown means I became aware of another presence, but it was far, far away. As time passed, I became convinced that it was Jo. What did that mean? Were we both alive, both dead or both in some sort of limbo?I felt a growing pressure to be somewhere else but I resisted.Being somewhere else would be like opening the box containing Schrodinger’s cat: I would definitely be either alive or dead. I didn’t want to be dead because I wasn’t convinced there was an.