She went to say something, anything, but he held up a hand to silence her and motioned her to stand where she was. He moved towards the door and for ... fleeting moment, she thought he was going to leave her standing there embarrassed. She sighed with relief when he just went to close the doors and turn off the lights. Once the room was immersed in blackness, she stood still, waiting to see what was going to happen next. She slightly chuckled, thinking that she imagined and wished this very. 'If I love him so much why am I so frightened? I know he won't rush me. He's said so and Mum said he would be gentle and loving and I know he will. So why am I being such a wimp because that's what I am? People say that making love is special and fulfilling and fun. Bloody Lawrence Baptistson was none of those! Those slobbery lips, that foul breath, his hands squeezing my boobs, his fingers groping me and then that great thing being forced into me. It hurt. God, it hurt! But Lawrence Bloody. “Precisely. I believe Morgan le Fay intended to use this as a means to heal the damage done by Uther Pendragon, but Mordred’s dark heart and Igraine’s insatiable bloodlust have made that impossible,” Merlin said.“Merlin, I do wonder something. Is there any chance that all this is an elaborate deception in itself?” Dave asked.“None,” Merlin replied firmly. “The magic that allows the sharing of memories is not one that can be altered. The memory conveyed is precisely as the user of the spell. He can tell she isnervous, and he instructs her to lay her head on his lap. He strokes her hairas they talk. He tells her to lie over his lap, and he begins to spank her,first lightly, then with increasing intensity. He wraps his free hand in herhair and pulls it as he spanks her ass. He slides his hand down between herlegs. Even through her shorts, he can feel that her pussy is wet. The buzzer for the front door sounds.The food is here. He tells her to go to the kitchen and get some silverware.