He had a heart attack. That kind of death is not usually associated with Martyrdom.”Peter had always been an enigma. He had a level of self confiden...e that was all out of proportion to what he accomplished. He always talked about being able to take care of himself, but while in school he’d come home almost weekly with bruises from some bully. Patricia had often said that he had beaten many a fist with his face. It wasn’t meant to be a joke, just a description of what happened all too often.“Why. After that, there was no way I was going to get married, just to stay home and knock out a bunch of kids while my husband drank himself silly every Friday night at the local bar. You were always my favorite, so much like me at the same age. I knew you couldn’t be happy just sitting around the house all day. Carla told me about your volunteer activities and I knew you were capable of so much more. So I made up a story for your mother just so I could get you here for a while. I do hope you aren’t. Pushing deeper inside I made her squeal, “Honoria!”The Honoria family? One of the church’s lapdog syndicates? My hips went on autopilot as my mind reeled with that revelation. The pleasure fogging my mind. Eos kissed me desperately. Moans and whines escaping us both as I bounced her up and down for my pleasure.Using her relentlessly until my head rocked backwards, my cock erupted inside her quivering walls. Gasping and panting for air, I leaned back in my seat. Eos had ridden me hard and gave. . intense.It shames me — well, almost — to admit my secret hope for the latter. I have a longing for pain and I clenched my thighs at the thought He might judge me deserving of punishment. Memories of the sting keep me wet and I sometimes disobey so He might make my ass red and angry. In those times, a good portion of my back and thighs often share the same rosy hue before He is done with my torment. Only then does He use me to sate His masculine needs. Sucking in a breath, I sponged my legs,.