Unfortunately, I was still standing, making such a thing impossible. But that did not stop her. Reaching up, she grabbed my legs and forced them apart... giving her unrestricted access to my secret garden (I know it is corny, but I wanted to use that analogy at least once in my writing career). A smile curled her lips before her tongue slithered past. A split second later, I felt her wiggly appendage shoot past my lower lips. FUCK! I moaned as she started darting her tongue in and out of me. Wave. Blushing with pride I thanked Mr franklin for the nicewords and with that he left us for the evening.The evening was magical and because I know Master has a soft spot in hisheart (it is very very hard to find mind you) every year since thesigning of my Slave contract Master treats me as a woman and his wife forthe day. I love Master and this along with some other treats I wouldnever have expected shows me that Master loves me in his own way as well.I watched TV with master and he cooked us an. We are expected to attend.”I asked, “What kind of church is here?”Roger said, “It’s the Church of Landers. Here, there is the big church. There are three other outlying churches that each have their own rector. The Bishop is in charge and presides over the services at the big church.”I said, “Roger, you know that Angela, Jam, and I are members of the Methodist Church. Is the Church of Landers part of any denomination?”“It comes from the German and Dutch protestant churches. Pastors are trained. I had never been touched by another man, let alone someone so young. I should have stopped him, I should have asked him to leave, but his touch felt incredible. I hadn’t felt that way in years.As I sat back down on the couch he moved in next to me, again I should have stopped him, but didn’t. I stared straight ahead at the tv as I felt his small frame lean against me, then his finger tips touch my leg. As he started to fumble with my zipper, all I could think was yes, please don’t stop, but I.