Earlier in the day Linda had sent a couple of suitcases with her clothing around the corner from her house to our house. She was going to move into my...room.We checked into the bridal suite that evening and found our room. Linda and I were both very nervous. I went into the bathroom first to take a shower. I came out of the bathroom wearing one of the terry cloth robes supplied with our suite. Linda was sitting on the bed still in her white dress. "Come sit by me please Rob I have a few things. " She said gesturing to Craig. "I started giving him head, and now he wants to get off. Can you imagine it!" Jessica stated teasingly. As she got up again, Becca started to wonder what was next, but then stopped herself. She was sure she'd love whatever it was.Jessica moved back over to Craig and took over his job of stroking his cock for him. She then turned to Becca and said."Now for the final lesson, how to fuck a guy's brains out." She turned and smartly produced a small foil packet from a. – The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me, a woman in the bonds of captivity and the sole representative of my people in this accursed land, that blood is a precious thing. Only seldom now does my bondage cause me to despair and then, it is only because I am unable to alleviate the plight of others. They are, invariably, my fellow slaves. This night. Geographically we are as close to the center of Northern USA as makes no difference. Old enough to be Katie’s grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in.