"Delia propped herself on an elbow and looked into his earnest face. "Bloody hell, you really haven't, have you? Well, bugger me!"Russ assumed that wa...n't a direct order.Delia lay down again and a slow smile spread over her face. "Now, then, that was a quickie. Just a taster." She concentrated on internal matters and was rewarded almost instantly. "That's a good boy! Now, then, lover. Real slow!" You'll have to come back, won't you! You didn't even start on that shelf of mine. And what about. You're part of the equation."?* * *They didn't know much about Ranger Jack. No one did. Like so many others,he seemed to have ended up in Hope Crossing by chance and circumstance.Unlike so many others, he offered no back story to explain where he'dbeen or what he'd done before.One popular theory was that he'd been a veteran of one of the MiddleEastern wars that seemed to be so popular with our ruling classes theselast thirty years or so. There were rumors that he fought with an. Which is often, luckily for me, so I will have almost daily access to my freshly found 'sex slave' bodily goodies' of her three open orifices of throat, vulva and 'anal canal' to painfully 'penistrate' and abuse for my sexual satisfaction two to three times a day - and all weekend, when our folks are out 'swinging' with other 'Christian couples' in 'Church'. Yummy young sexy sweet sister Serena is a 'M.A.' in 'Manual Masturbation'- she can give 'Master-Classes'in 'Master-Bating', but. . closer to impatiently expectant, perhaps.It was of the utmost importance that I keep my cool, however, and let none of this internal agitation become externally visible, as seated across from me was my date for the evening, a lovely, slender, dark-skinned young thing with almost perfectly symmetrical facial features who professed to be an exchange student from Haiti. She was telling me about her father's estate at home, and the things she liked to do in her spare time. She was also telling me.