She was losing control, and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.She kept biting her bottom lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that she was corrup...ing me in every way she wanted to. I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could practically feel my thoughts rewiring to only want her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every second of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hand to get my attention. “Alright, Rachel,. .. I open my mouth to beg. but my stomach heaves up blood which flows from my lips soaking into the wet blouse over my shuddering breasts. Ariel-I watch in grizzly fascination.... oh Jemma...... sweet Jemma..... she stares at me...her big brown eyes wet with tears and accusation..... Then she gasps in a little breath and I hear her faint whisper...."Please......God...it hurts.....so......baaad...." and another orgasm rocks me, body and soul. God....... I want to feel it.....feel. "So, you're telling me that all this time you've been going over to your parents' house on Wednesday nights to…to have sex with them?" "Well, no…okay, yes there is sex, but it's more like punishment, and not so much like pleasure," she explained vaguely. I was getting more and more outraged by the minute, and I still wasn't sure what was actually going on."Well why don't you just stop? Stop going over there?" I suggested rather angrily. Sue stared into her glass, as she shook her head back and. It turned out that Attia was hosting the mysteries the day after each Jewish Sabbath. Her husband, away in the Senate or on other business at the time, suspected nothing. During the week, we drilled holes in the wall through which Aaron and I could observe the events. They began by reading a hymn aloud, full of subversion about Christos’ return, before getting to the meal. Contrary to the information we had received from informants who provided lurid second-hand tales of cannibalism, it.