The first body belonged to a man who nurtured trifling hopes of surviving but still, grinned.The other body, far more elegant and exquisite, it belong...d to an individual who should not be but was. This one's emotions were far more complex. Surprised and pleased, furious but aroused.It hit harder than what meant. His knuckles throbbed but her face was a far terrible sight. Her cheeks were flushed crimson red and her lips bloodied. He had seen beaten wives and had beaten his share of girlfriends. “Greetings Servius Laellius,” the emperor responded, “and Laeillia Severina,” he nodded to me and I bowed my head slightly in response.“Is this about my wife?” father blurted out.“No,” the emperor responded.“Although,” Domitia Longina interrupted, “we have noticed that she has yet to make the required sacrifice, and Lucius’ birthday is in a month.”“I assure you that she will make the sacrifice...”“Actually,” Lucius/Dacianus cut him off, “I summoned you here to discuss your daughter. As I recall. " Will she think you're happy or sad to have left?" She'll... Oh shit! Oops, sorry! I never thought of that. She'll feel responsible." She certainly will," Julia assured him, "and what will that do to your relationship?" It... God, there'll still be a barrier, won't there. But that means there's no way out!" he almost wailed."Yes, there is, Mark. But the only way out is if Lindsey changes. She has to get rid of her hangups, be willing to strip for you, and join the Transformations team." But.... I glided inside like little peter was on roller bearings. Tight, moist and hot, I couldn't help but squirm and rotate inside her, trying to touch all of her, feeling all of me being enveloped by that magic sheath. The foreign hand never left my butt. She guided me, timed me, pressed me and set a rhythm to my motion, which made the girl respond in a wonderful sinewy fashion. She slid around on the bed, bucking, twisting, humping, not keeping still for a single moment, much like a rattlesnake.