Maybe the answer was easier than I thought. “Are you sure the defenses of the Manor aren’t keeping her shut down?”“Yes, why do you ask?”“N...rmally, she would show up on her own.”“And why do you say that?”“When I acquired Rho, she had this heavy metal collar acting as a block on what she could tell me. I removed it. She linked herself to me so she wouldn’t cease to exist when the spell she was attached to ended. She’s been with me ever since. I’ve never had to call her.”Rho shook her head. “It is. ”* * * *This story is not intended to offend anyone’s religious sensibilities. It is rather an erotic ‘what if’ consideration of history. ‘What if’ Mary Magdalene had really been more active and involved in the early spread of the teachings? ‘What if’, as has been rumored, she and other women had been considered much more strongly in the early years than the patriarchal written record might suggest? This is then a fictional ‘what if’ look at what such an order might have been relegated to. She rose and fell, little by little, her beautiful face twisting into alternating masks of discomfort and determination, and little by little her near-virgin passage gave way to the thick white rod.Finally she made it, the bottom of the shaft, when her buttocks pressed against the very tops of his thighs she froze, her mouth wide open, dainty hands pressed against his lightly toned abdomen. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips then stretched from ear-to-ear.“I did it...” Zahra grinned,. But also hesitant, every few seconds she would glance downward as if unsure of herself. It was like there were two different sides to her, fighting for control, she wanted to be confident but at the same time she was submissive. She was beautiful, she had long, smooth, tan legs leading up to a small, sexy butt. Her stomach was flat and her hips curved to give her an hourglass figure. She had firm and perky C cup breasts that bounced as she walked. And her face was perfect, a small nose, high.