The three scrambled to collect their clothes and make their way inside. Jasmine and Ariel took Michelle’s hands and practically pulled her into thei... home. When they got inside, they both began removing Michelle’s clothes. Soon she stood naked in the living room as Jasmine sucked and nipped her sensitive breasts. Ariel’s slacks soon hit the floor and she quickly slipped out of her tank top and purple panties. It was then that Michelle got her first good look at Ariel’s lovely body. Michelle. She would give it a pat and then pause as she admired the tremors that it sent through her daughter, seeing the taut belly quivering with lust. “He knows that I have a wild side, if that’s what you mean. But I have never included him in our games.”Tap. Pause. Quiver. Quake. Tap. Pause.“Have you ever been unfaithful?” asked Faith. She had to get off the defensive somehow. She couldn’t just always keep reacting as she was pushed further and further down the slippery slope.“We have both had sex. It was nothing but proof of the indignity and distress he'd caused which was one of his chief pleasures. There were, however, other regular guests of Holy Contemplation whose tastes and demands were more sophisticated than even the Archdeacon's. These men needed a constant flow of new flesh to replenish those they'd disposed of, sometimes in the most cruel and shocking ways. Naturally, the shareholders of Holy Contemplation expected such guests to be correspondingly more generous with their. “Oh dear, Vasilla. Oh dear.”“The whole mosque follows him. The amilsaab, especially. He let him speak to the entire mosque.”“What did he say?”“He used words like ‘Peace’ and ‘Absolute love,’ and how we should, well, love the Jew as much as we love ourselves.”“Oh dear, Vasilla...”“People are talking, your holiness. People will follow him...”“But why will they follow him? He might be some crackpot. Why did people listen to him?”“I ... I don’t know,” lied Vasilla, “but people believe in him. He.