Even if he were stronger than her, the sultry assassin had him in the palm of herhand. Snuggled tight in her nylon, shiny hold, slowly sapping his str...ngth.And he loved every second of it. The glossy material felt silky and heavenly upon his cheeks,sending his mind into a dizzying spiral of moans and gasps. It was like he was sinking intoquicksand of warmth and deadly softness."I like it when my prey begs." She said and tightened her hold further while laughing down athim. "Struggle, struggle.. “Don’t you want to know why I’m here?”I edged back. “Yes. Yes, I do.”She tiptoed closer. “I came by to talk to you.”I bumped against the cabinets trying to move back again. “What do you want to talk about?”“Well, after you left the nursery, I went home and talked to my Mom and Dad about the rumors of you almost raping me.”The anxiety I felt with Lisa’s closeness gave way to the fear that threatened to overwhelm me with the idea of what her parents, especially her father, would do to me if he. "He squeezed her hand back. "For these blessings, Lord," he said, forgetting what he was thankful for or maybe appropriating hers, "for this food and for this family, we give thee thanks."They all three said "Amen." Bill took over the job of feeding Kathy. He worked harder at being a father than most biological dads.Two months after they'd met, he'd proposed. She'd broken down, told him all about Alan, all about being pregnant, all about being abandoned. He had comforted her, made gentle love. I grabbed her hand and placed it on her ass and moved my hand around with hers as we felt he soft shape. I was beginning to breath more heavily, and her speaking voice had the unmistakable catch of arousal. I then took one more risk. I moved one of my hands to her front, starting at the waistline and slowly traced the swell of her belly and moved down from there, ever so slowly. She still didn’t stop me. When my fingers were at her pubic mound, I stopped and moved my hand away, I asked her to.