I rocked back and forth while Christian exerted just the right amount of pressure. ‘Masturbate,’ he ordered and I did, furiously. Suddenly my mind...focused on my swollen cock and I felt the knuckle of the hand slide into my ass. From there it passed the first sphincter with no problem.For about half an hour, Christian carefully drove the hand deeper into my ass until it felt as though it was penetrating my stomach. All the while, he talked to me, reassuring that if done under control, my. ’ as she held Therese’s hand to her heart. Arabella felt the compelling need to empty her heart to Therese, the disclosure one she knew would always be held in the strictest of confidences, no matter what she told her. Arabella released the bottled up pains inside, of loving the same man as her. ‘I swore tae myself I could’ne love another after he was killed. I was sure of it, but despite my reservations of it, Braedon Stewart, Chief of the Stewart’s of Appin, had taken hold in me and I was. They circled her slowly, taking in her curvy figure. Cupping her breast and her ass, the men played with her like this for a while. She was embarrassed but it was just making her wet as they caressed her softly. She could smell her juices as they ran down her thigh now. She shivered as a man moved to her erect nipple, slowly running his thumb back and forth over it. She moaned in sensation and couldn’t help but push harder against his hand. The second man placed his hand at her thigh slowly. .." Did I say that? I don't remember what adjective I used for that afternoon. And I know I had been saying that I thought I loved you, but I'm sure I just said that I loved you in the letter. You must have read it wrong. You admit that it upset you that it was typewritten, you probably had written it off before you ever read it."I sipped my wine, "Maybe. I do have to admit that I was so hurt by all of this. I don't think I was so angry by the time of the letter, but I was still hurt. Maybe I.