I felt one of your hands release my aching nipple and slither down to my fiery cunt. Your fingers rough as they worked between the slick folds and aga...nst my erect clit. I cried out, your mouth the only thing keeping the sound to a minimum, as my hips bucked against your questing fingers. I ached for those same fingers to worm their way into my seeping hole and give me the slightest moment of relief, but no … that was not your plan at all. My own hands were not still, as the nails of my left. Yes, it was definitely addressed to him. Even the name in the salutation, Bart, although not the name he normally went by, was a nickname that he reserved for those he held dear. He re-read the letter. Damn. Who was this woman and why was she writing to him as if he were a lover? He turned the letter over in his hands, hoping for some clue to her identity, but found nothing. Finally, he chalked it up to a mystery, folded it up, and stowed it with his gear before going back to sleep. Weeks went. . I want to see you play with yourself,” he commanded.Hannah spread her legs wide as she continued. As her fingers lightly grazed her pussy lips and clit, the warden helped her get in the mood by running his hands over her shoulders and down the front of her chest to her breasts, massaging them, cupping them and gently rolling the nipples between his fingers.“You have a lovely body, Miss Daniels, you know that? What size are your tits my dear?” he asked.“34C sir,” she said, her voice catching a. “Will your prayers be answered here?” I asked knowing most Theurgists were limited to one Earth.“Yes, I still feel his presence here,” Judas replied with a slight smile.“I have no objection,” Rowenna said looking at Morgana.“Nor have I, Jude,” Morgana stated.“Thank you,” was all Judas said and then went back to studying his surroundings.Rowenna then led us to a warm comfortable room where Hermes was kept in an artificially induced coma. He looked ghastly, but his condition though slowly.