‘Not yet,’ she pleaded. I focused my energy on her. I pulled her hair back with one hand and lifted her ass with the other. My thumb pressed gent...y at her ass hole and suddenly she was convulsing, climaxing a second time. I let myself go. With a few final, violent thrusts I felt myself erupt. I moaned her name and then collapsed on top of her. We kissed like old lovers as we sat tangled up in the back seat of her car. ******** Chapter 18 ******** The afterglow lasted several minutes before. The journey was tiring only in that she had to feel for each successive step. The carvers had not been too regular in their placement. Once, her hand slipped from the shallow, worn indent in the wall, but her feet sustained her until she could catch hold of the next grip. All in all it was more tedious than dangerous.The torch lay to her right as she stepped upon a thickly dusted floor. One stretch of earth nearby had been cleared of dust, and she saw smatterings of dark liquid staining it's. But I paid no heed, I merely took her in my arms and she screamed, "Unhand me!" as the scents of horse and woman combined and my manhood reared."Unhand me I say!" she cried, as I lifted her clear of the horse, "Put me down!" she demanded as I held her close, her warm soft breast held close to my bare chest, her breath upon my cheek like the wind of an angels wings."Lord Blanchforth's whore, well, well, well." I chuckled, "Well I can see why he was smitten, and it seems a shame to waste a. "It's an Anglican church so I guess the Church of England does have saints."Although the Reigate Centre was just as packed out as the Broad Oak Refugee Camp, it was much better managed and the staff who worked there significantly more sympathetic to the plight of refugees and asylum seekers. Tamara was impressed by the difference a more efficient administration could make, especially since it was managed by people who'd originally arrived in England as refugees themselves.Tamara was determined.