The Harpist moves the Song.You belong to the Song. The Harp creates the Song.The Harpist controls the Harp. You belong to the Harpist."The song repeat...d over and over again in her head. Becoming more and more real to her. Her mind focused on these truths as she saw them. The moved deeper and deeper into her soul.As the song ended she moved to take her rightful place before her masters. He was the Harpist, master of the harp, master of her. She would obey Jack Beanstalker's every command. She. It was the final session."Annie, I have just three things to say to you now. You told me of your decision to be baptised a Christian. I, personally, have little in the way of religious conviction, but I have seen many clients find comfort and healing through their faith. I suggest a visit, perhaps more than one, to the minister who married you, as you seem to hold him in high esteem. Secondly, the worst is over, but it is possible you may experience occasional flashbacks or other disturbances.. .We both sat to dine, I asked about her hubby she said he will be in office for a project and I dont know when he come’s he intimated me that he will not come today, I was very happy hearing her words, after dinner, when I went to wash my hands suddenly she is back of me suddenly I turned and my hands touched her boobs uffff they are silky looked like cadboury silk I wished to eat those yummy silk’s, I said sorry to her and she doesn’t gave any response, after that I went to my flat, waited for. Especially the shower. We have always loved coming away for the weekend he always made it romantic and cute but apparently this time it was different. As soon as we put our stuff down he came behind me and grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear ‘are you ready for the night of your life baby’ I didn’t even have a chance to say anything before he had started flicking his tounge up and down my neck ‘which he knew I loved’ he started biting it and trailing down to my shoulder with his tounge.