A new, fresh touch we'd never done before. It thrilled us throughout both our bodies and we felt a deep, powerful energy start to grow between us.A st...oke of our hands down the back to the other's butt -- a sensuous delight of smooth, warm skin sliding slowly beneath our hands that we'd never done before.Yet another wonder; light squeezes and caresses and another gentle hug to pull us lightly together said to each other, "All of you is precious to me, your eyes, your lips, and your body. Above. “No master, I have left her mostly untouched, for you.” The red haired woman responded. She shifted her weight, the chain swayed in her grasp, but the girl didn’t make a sound, only her heavy silent breathing. “Becca, bring her closer.” He beckoned to her. She moved forward, tugging on the chain and the girl in the shirt and jeans followed. When the woman came near to the man in the chair he grabbed the chain with one hand and with the other wrapped around the red-haired womans. "We're not dead yet Julia. The calmer we can stay, the greater the chance we'll have to survive." That's fucking stupid," Julia spat, "the Terrans won't spare us because we're calm."Don't let it get to you, Tess took a few deep breaths in the face of Julia's attitude, she's not angry at you, she's lashing out due to stress. Shaking her head and keeping the hurt from her face, she turned to the others."She is right on one count though. The crash is going to attract them; we need to get as far. "Well if you are from here you know who Reverend Adkins and 'His Laboring Few' are." I suggested."Do you mean Reverend Archer and that ministry for the poor, druggies, alcoholics and the homeless?" she said."Yes, did I call him Adkins?" I asked."Yes you did," Carrie replied."I must be slipping into senility early," I suggested, "Anyway, they do damn good work. I support that ministry as much as a heathen like me can. Whenever I hear of trouble in the ministry, I try to fix it. I figure it's.