But the High-Priest for the gathering was a man by the name of Jonathan Merker. He was a fairly good looking man, which made proving the charges of ra...e against him that much harder to prove. For despite how well educated people were in this day and age, the belief still persisted that if a man looked good, why would he ever need to rape a woman.So Mac's mission was to get closer to the man and see if he does anything criminal to get his jollies.It took weeks before she was invited to attend. I sighed again, and decided that I would just head on upstairs to take a shower, before heading to the store to get some food. I looked at the phone, and thought about calling Nikki, but I decided against it. I guess she made it clear that she didn’t want to be here. I walked upstairs to my bedroom, and started taking off my clothes. With my shirt now off, I looked in the mirror above my dresser. I guess the one good thing about being in Iraq was that because the food was so bad, I didn’t eat. ‘Ah well, her loss,’ Claire observed after I’d told her all about it and made her cum. She turned around, pulled her trackie bottoms up over no underwear, and remained topless. I held her by those lovely tits of hers. ‘She’ll probably be back before long, though.’ ‘I hope so. No offence.’ ‘None taken, although… just to be sure,’ she continued, holding me around the shoulders, ‘better show me that you want me to stick around too.’ I grinned, and just yanked her trackie bottoms back down before. I grinned back at her, happy that she waspleased like Tia Ana and Adriana said every woman is when she is obeyed.She then looked me in the eyes and said, "Please call me Mrs. Bryceland.We need to make sure that there are no slip ups, dear, until they'recaught."I nodded in silence, understanding her reasoning. I felt like a pieceof me died as I responded to Mommy, "Yes, Mrs. Bryceland."She smiled again and she hugged me as she said, "I'm so happy you'reback." I'll be happy when I'm really.