"Are you sure?" I ask. The only response is a nod. After the initial shock I have being asked to finger Jess, I lean over, gently spread her legs to g...in enough access for me to have a feel. At this point I can see the gleaming wet softness of her shaven pussy through the crotchless section of her outfit. The scent of her hit me and I'm at full attention. I slowly slide my hand down the inside of her thigh and brush over her sensitive, wet lips, then I slide my fingers up to gently rub her. Understand? She smiled. Yes, My Lord. He kissed her again and shut the door when she entered the room. Then he walked to the ritual room and stood in the doorway for a moment. The whores watched him listlessly, blood and shit and piss caked on their bodies and the floor. He hadnt been in the room in a few days, and they had definitely deteriorated in that time. He held his breath as he hooked up the hose to the sink and washed them and the floor. They both responded to the warm water with a. She stops breathing momentarily and raises her eyes to stare blankly at the roof. Not able to hold her breath a moment longer, she exhales: her breathing instantaneously changes to a faster, shallower rhythm. She turns in his arms wanting more from him than she is getting. Claude notes the glazed look of passion in her eyes and it nearly breaks his resolve to take things slowly. He lowers his head and kisses her and feels her immediate responsiveness to his advances, which in turn heightens his. Yes I had a girlfriend and felt comfortable having a feel but the fear of getting her pregnant and the embarrassment of buying condoms made me not go for sex. And thus my fears kept me a virgin until age 25. I belonged to a drama group and was asked to go to an extra rehearsal by the producer of a play but, suddenly one od the ladies who was older but attractive said let's find some space and we drove of into the country. I should point out she was married and had a son of 13. Well I lost my.