She knew he wasn’t some kind of elephantine marvel of nature, be she swore his erection seemed to slide out of her forever before making it’s retu...n. He was so deep, his strong, slow thrusts just barely bumped against something deep inside her. It was a strange sensation. New. Not unpleasant, but definitely odd. He began to slowly pick up his pace, driving her body into the bed, and letting his weight crash down on her in firm, powerful strokes. He was hitting something inside her with every. As they'd planned, Heisinger went first and then it was Meiersdottir's turn."Help me, Carlie," she said. Taking her hands, he lowered her carefully into the narrow entry bottleneck, gradually dropping down until he was lying prone to maintain his grip as long as possible. When he finally released her she slid but a few centimeters before she felt Heisinger, below, catch her feet and then slowly crawl her hands upward along her legs and then her body until she could be lowered fully into the. A lamp was on the table not far from the book. Both women were staring at the men."May I ... help you ... Sheriff?" asked Millie."I heard there might be trouble here," said Miller. "We came to find out." Well thank you for your concern," said Millie. "We're just reading the Bible. You gentlemen are welcome to stay. I can read out loud if you like."Ten minutes later the card game was going on again.A protesting George Watkins would forever after bear the nickname of "Good Old George," based on. There was a small desk in front of her and two soft chairs with no arms behind her, but apart from the chair upon which her Drill Sergeant sat, no room for anything else. In front of her on the desk was her underwear. Untwisted now, they sat squarely in the center of the desk. "I assume you know why you're here?" he inquired. It was a rhetorical question, and she kept silent, her eyes maintaining focus on her underwear, still unable to meet his eyes. "What happened today wasn't acceptable" he.