It felt like he was bent on trying to rip her arm out of its socket and she whimpered while trying to pry his hand off her aching arm. It was like... she was fighting with a good damned bear and she gasped when he used her limb to lift her off the ground. Her eyes bulged in surprise when she was only able to touch the floor with the tips of her toes, just how fucking strong was this guy? “I’M SORRY I’M SO SORRY PLEASE LET ME GO!” She frantically begged with him while clutching at his thick. "You'll damn well take what's sent to you, Bitch. Ha, ha," she laughed cruelly."All right," Ruth said, trying to fight back her tears. "I know something about you that I think might interest the Kamp Kommandant."Ruth collected all her inner forces in order to finish what she had started. "I know that you and Gretchen are lovers. That is forbidden," Ruth told her."Oh you do, huh? Well let me tell you a thing or two. The Kamp Kommandant doesn't see Jewish sluts. And he wouldn't believe you.. "They matched and are cute. I know that you like the high heels. Whyis that?" she queried."I love the way they emphasise my legs. But you are constantly aware ofthe higher heels. That is not right - I am constantly aware of thehosiery, the clothes, the swish of a skirt, the feel of the make-up.But you can forget, briefly, that you are wearing them. With the higherheels you cannot forget that you have them on, you are always aware ofthe position of your foot and leg even when sitting down,. The next morning the preacher woke up to find cum soaked sheets and a throbbing asshole. He doesn’t understand what's happening to him for years to come. He will feel the heavy burden of guilt, which he will conceal by preaching to the church followers the sins of the flesh and same-sex partners. He will marry but never feel satisfied. He will make others miserable but in the eye of the church, he is the chosen one. He will beat his wife behind closed doors as his soul has been claimed by the.