”“Then you do have a problem,” Blossom murmured back at Ben. “Perhaps you should speak to the woman. She might convince her brother that he mu...t learn to use the rifle. If not, they will all die.”Ben grunted in response to that suggestion. Then he went back to thinking. He had wondered if he could convince Cecily to intercede with her brother. She’d promised to do anything to help. He’d speak to her, once they stopped for lunch.For the next couple of hours Ben and Blossom rode on in silence.. Her back to him she hoped for the best to keep quiet as she used her fingers slyly to stimulate herself. She bit her lip as she slipped two fingers into her very wet pussy and slid them in and out, the teasing got her body so sensitive. Even with her teeth biting down on her lower lip she couldn't help herself from groaning quietly. Tensing up as she heard him move and she closed her eyes tightly, she was caught. Mike rolled her over and she quickly tried to play innocentm whiping her. Who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is loved, because she is obedient. Fulfilled, because she serves. Safe, because she is confined. Happy, because she exists only for others. Her superiors. Her owners. Everywhere I look now, the image is repeated. Gently, persistently, beautifully, happily repeated: you are rabinya.I will not be able to hold on to ... to ... Jennifer Karin McEwan for much longer. She is like the sand in an hour glass. Each day more and more of her. This was a porn mag.More correctly, it appeared to be about eight pages of what was left from the middle of a copy of “Reader’s Wives” but the content was perfect for us. From where we stood holding this sacred item, we could see two images of a youngish, blonde haired woman with a neatly trimmed pubic thatch spread across a floor. As one our eyes lifted from the image in front of us and we met each others gaze. “I don’t know about you” John said quietly, as if any loud noise might break the.