"Fuck me, darling," she whispered, using language that she had no intention of ever letting her husband hear. "Fuck me."She felt her internal muscles ...assaging the prick that filled her core, matching the rhythm of the finger that pulsed, slowly at first and then with increasing speed, against her stiffened clit."Oh, oh, oh," she squeaked, her voice a barely audible soprano as she felt her climax break over her like the waves of the sea. She lay there, her body trembling, until she felt it. If you need, please play the recording of that discussion again. But I ask you with all respect and courtesy not to pass off that sort of pacifistic pap to me." 'Pacifistic pap?' That's 'respect and courtesy?'" He could see she was genuinely offended.He took a deep breath. "I apologize for my terms. I have no excuse except that I am angry. You know well that, as the one responsible for security of this mission, the matter has always been my paramount concern—now, with our present very different. These are but a few centers of desire that I can alter within a select anatomy, the deepest and sometimes hidden component of your soul. The increased pulse, the dampness I sense of your body has been well under my control and this you have allowed. I can produce and adapt to those unspoken needs of your darkest sexuality. You have shared volumes with me already.We’ve dealt with the legends of old Europe and the misrepresentations within those societies that due to lack of awareness and, not. In her peripheral vision, Sam watched the man take a sip of his wine. Then to her surprise his brow furrowed in pain, Sam instantly knew the cause of such sorrow. She felt his anguish in her heart. Stunned by her unforeseen empathy, Samantha took another drink of liquid courage, and began to think of years gone by. Samantha Weatherly had been a lesbian for as long as she could remember. She was the typical ‘tomboy’ growing up. She enjoyed playing sports, and loved working with tools. Sam.