The Imam knelt, naked between her shattered legs. He no longer cared about the laws of his religion. The teachings of Mohammed were far from his mi...d as he looked at the body he had so desired spread before him. For a moment he wondered how this temptress had been able to make him so obsessed with her. Well, she was now going to receive her just punishment. He looked in disgust at Davoud's crude attempts to bandage her wounds and hastily pulled away the blood soaked strips of fabric. He. .. I'm going to cum. mom!" I rasped close to her ear. And then it was there: heavy bursts of jism, jetting painfully up the length of my cock, erupting deeply into the heat of her ass, the low a****l groan escaping my throat. My head lolled backwards onto the chair as the shock waves of release gripped me, shook me, and mom's head sagged against my shoulder as yet another orgasm seized her body. When it was finished we just sat there, overwhelmed by the experience, dazed by the intensity of it,. Lascivious since young and a born masochist? Carol? Tiny, delicate, lovely Carol?"So, did he get the hint?" I asked casually, but not able to take my eyes off her anymore.“Not really,” she sighed, and I felt her relax. I finally had made her feel comfortable, as I managed to make her believe I didn’t think of it as a big deal. Which, to me, it was. I had never heard of a girl who was so ahead in understanding herself as a masochist that she’d admit to have enjoyed losing her virginity. I had to. “What is that, Bella?” asked the Duchess. “It is a butter made from the oil of cocoa beans, where chocolate comes from,” she answered. Therese briefly recalled that the last time she had tasted chocolate had been on the ship Roi du Soleil, in what was now her old life. Isabella held the jar out to Therese, who looked inside and smelled it. “It doesn’t look like chocolate, but it does smell faintly like it.” “It is an unguent, to soothe the skin,” said Isabella, taking back the jar and dipping.