Throwing the book behind me, I grabbed for another. “He slipped his hands beneath her shirt, cupping her full breasts.”Instantly, I felt his warm ...hands running up my navel, twirling patterns, slowly driving me crazy. Just before I began to beg, he cupped my breasts in a massage over my bra. With a light squeeze, he slid is fingers beneath the wire cups of the bra and pressed flesh into flesh, making me whimper. His hot mouth was against my ear as his gravely tone whispered, “How does it feel to. One Corinthians fourteen.”It might seem odd, but that’s exactly what Sue said. Although we weren’t regular church-goers, we’d both been brought up by deeply religious parents. And in all the years of marriage, we’d always used the passage from Corinthians as a kind of personal shorthand for the true nature of love. We’d used it between ourselves when one of us had needed to gently pull the other one up about something. We’d used it when we were bringing Donovan up, educating our only-child son. She felt nervous as she took John’s hand andled him into the bedroom. John accepted a glass ofwine, sipped it, keeping his eyes constantly upon Hope. Hope sipped her wine, swallowing its sweet/bittertaste, gazing at John and wondering what the hell to donext. John lifted that burden as easily as he hadlifted her in the elevator. He lowered his wine glassto the nightstand with a “ting”, reached for Hope’sglass, lowered it in the same manner, and stared deeplyinto her eyes. Jenny's tits now looked red an angry and bloated because of the rope binding them so tight and her nipples had become really sensitive in this situation, so much so that when Matthew told everyone to line up Jenny nearly fainted as she saw them all carrying small strops, she could only guess on which part of her body they would use these but she figured her tits were bound to be someone's targets. The first person in line was a woman and sure enough the first strike of the strop landed squarely.