She was trapped, for the moment. Phil looked up at her expectantly, but was amused at the same time, as if he'd put something over on her. Phil gently...started kneading her heel, too gently. He slowly worked his way up her foot, teasing her arch with his fingertips. When he got to her toes, he moved back down her foot, making slow, delicate circles. Meanwhile, Jane was trying to control her breathing. She felt she couldn't move her right foot, firmly planted between Phil's thighs, without being. Her greenish brown eyes were piercing, perfectly setting her pretty face, with her cutesy dimples adding even more to the girl-next- door look she had. Her petite body was to die for, sharing a room with her had its perks, each time she changed into her pyjamas I caught a glimpse of her underwear-clad body. Slim, pale soft skin, perky bottom and pert breasts that I could only imagine were perfect. I noticed the smallest of details, the dimples on her back, the small butterfly tattoo on her. Sheila had explained that she didnt want him to interrupt the meeting and had told him to leave her bag with the guard at the door. He was happy to do so rather than having to take the time to go up to the offices. Perhaps, too, he felt a little uncomfortable seeing her when he was going right back home intending to fuck their daughter. Getting home, he hurriedly locked up the house for the night and went up the stairs. Hed wondered where hed find Christine and how hed move her into his. Had a soul asked him what his crime was, he would have smiled and said, "My crime? She was passion."Namely, Lord Redlen of Sudhoff wanted to kill him for the untimely deflowering of his daughter.Juan crouched amid the pews of the ruined chapel. He moved like a fox, slinking between the long, low, high-backed benches as Lord Redlen and his henchmen sought for him."Come out, you cur!" yelled Redlen as he again heard scuttering noises among the benches, and his men were forced to change tack to.