“Stop now”, her leader had ordered after one too many questions. “If you want to know more, speak to Sváfa, she was a Mother a long time ago.�...Sváfa told her about men who never lost a battle, never bowed down, who fucked her raw. Her eyes lightened, her gaze dreamy. Her white hair and wrinkly face seemed to glow.“There were many”, she said with a rasp in her voice, “too many to count. Sometimes I had ten a day. I was tired and didn’t know if I could come another time, if I could enjoy it so. I could feel my body immediately begin to relax.My masseuse came in and introduced herself as Clarissa. I told her my name was Sophie, and explained how much I was looking forward to this massage, given how challenging my week had been so far. She told me she totally understood, as she also had a husband who sometimes got on her nerves and a typical, self-absorbed teenage son at home, as well. She appeared to be about my age, and just about the same size as me…… maybe 5’5” tall, with a fit body. Katherine was barely twelve months old when the socialite died in the car crash and since the age of nine, all she had known was a woman who acted more like a bigger sister than a parent, and thought of her as her father’s wife rather than a parental figure. Jerking me into a throbbing erection was just “games and banter.”That’s not to say everything in that first day was about sex; they were good people who had a lust for life, and I enjoyed the water fight and barbecue just as much as fooling. She depends on me to protect her; until this is over, I will be Professional.”“Good! Now I have a small confession of my own. I knew you would fall for her. Hell, I did. Not in the same way but just as a man. You know, I needed to protect her, couldn’t stand to think of the pain and upset that she must have suffered through, I wanted Ron dead. She is a special woman, when you think about protecting her, then you turn the coin over and see just how strong she really is. She is smart, caring and.