“It was good, right? I thought it was great."Other than Miss Tonya's fuck clinic, Becky had been the best sex he'd ever had. She was tight and knew ...how to use it. "Yes, but it could have turned out bad,” he said. “Jason doesn't know, does he?" No, you told me not to tell anyone." Good, it's better that way.”"Secrets," she said, "I think they're exciting."You would, he thought. "Got any to tell me?"“They wouldn't be secrets anymore if I told you.”He wouldn't mind hearing things that Becky knew,. Was every young girl that easy?Second, he remembered this girl because for the several weeks he'd been here she'd always come to the 10 AM service on Sunday and the 7 PM prayer meeting on Thursday. Both services were not well attended, especially by the younger members of the congregation.Third, he had seen a remarkable transformation in this girl during a period of no more than a month. At first she'd looked like an immigrant worker at Deacon Ramsay's plant. Then, each time she came her. She came...and she came with an orgasm that completely took me by surprise by the animalistic strength it gave her as she tore herself off of the clamps, slamming her body into the post as time and time again she stifled screams with moans of such degenerate pleasure...whoa...that was some potent stuff for my slavegirl...good things the clamps didn't have alligator teeth in them to hold fast... ...keeping with my mystique, you know...I had to render some appropriate punishment...and just as she. She didn’t talk about the last part so much, but she was quietly proud of it. As portrayed by Harrison Ford, Indiana Jones was undoubtedly a very attractive man, but he’d never been able to use that to his professional advantage.Of course, it had been years since Inez had seduced a secret out of anyone and those had all been relatively minor players in family politics that she’d found fairly attractive to begin with and who had clearly been into her. She did not consider Threnody one of her.