I leaned back and pulled her with me, our half movements meeting halfway to generate full thrusts as pebbles and roots dug into my back. Her eyes, the...short breaths told me all I needed to know and her hanging hair grazed my face like an extra hand of fingers.Sometime we came but honestly I have no memory of it because for once the sex wasn’t just a means to an end and her embrace felt ten times better than my dick filling her up with a bit of cum.We spent a long time in that embrace, smiling. What do you like to do with your prisoners?" "Squash ‘em flat!" Came the instant response. "Do you do that with edible things?" I asked. "What’s your pleasure?" A very saucy grin was on her face. "I’m fond of small crunchy dill pickles, particularly the deli variety." Marisa shrieked, grabbed me by the ears and plunged my head back down between her legs. Her left hand held the back of my head as her right deftly pulled aside her panties. "Lick me big boy!" she panted. "I’m fond of pickles. Jeff froze up. "You don't know what a dress is?" No." I guess dresses are not very protective," Jeff said. "Could we come to your shop later so Beth can see some of your work?" If you do it right after dinner. I have an appointment with a friend." You did not reserve your time for me?" jabbed Jeff."I did not know you were coming." Well, I guess I won't be cumming now." Hey, look! It's Kayleigh," said Jeff pointing at the picture on Minia's gallery wall."Yes," Beth said.Minia returned from the. You’ve had a long bath?”“Yes.”“Good. Now let’s get you something to eat and then I want you to go get in bed. Your body will need a lot of sleep to heal itself.”“So last night was your first time since that night?” Jack said as he followed them to the kitchen. She nodded, almost shyly. “Yes, I haven’t had the courage to… look, there’s something you should know. You know Elizabeth and I get along pretty well, right? We’ve been friends since college. I never told anybody about the date-rape. She….