"Charlie helped me load the first four large paper bags onto my bike. "That looks steady enough," he told me, checking the bike for sway and balance. ...hen he climbed on his fully loaded machine and steadied himself with one foot on the ground. Pointing at the onebag order still sitting in the corner, he told me, "Gimme me that order."I gaped at him. "You gonna carry that with five bags already on your bike?" Hell, give it to me. C'mon."I handed him the bag, which was no lightweight, and he held. "Your so-called 'sister' is no--arr!"For the first time, Maggie had tightened her grip sufficiently to cause actual pain. Her expression turned stormy, but her voice was cooler than ever."I believe that a Socratic dialogue is in order here. Do you find me to be someone who values tact more highly, or truthfulness?"Corky drew a deep breath. "Miss Dalrymple, I have seen nothing to suggest that you have any particular fondness for either." He braced himself for some violent and humiliating. " You don't seem to have any trouble with the men here," Belle pointed out. "Actually, you look pretty good, Mirosa, and you're toning up. Bert really likes you, you know."Mirosa blushed hotly. "Well, maybe. He's nice to me, anyway." So!" Helena changed the subject abruptly. "Are you going to sing, or not?" Sing."It was only women of the 'upper strata' of society who would be admitted to the Centre. Obviously, that was about power and influence; women from poorer elements could be easily dealt. She moved in sensual movements until getting to the inner part of my leg, always stopping just short of my dripping wet pussy. Kathlyn… I murmured, and it was like begging. Giggling, she rubbed her hand over my cloth covered mound. Slowly, so slowly…teasing me. Her soft little fingers danced up to the waistband of my leggings and soon her silky hands were caressing the skin just above my honeypot. I sighed, struggling to stay calm and appear normal. My inner muscles were convulsing already,.