We locked eyes and he took it, those last moments right before my orgasm. He shoved his finger in, hard, and sucked my pussy lips, flicking my clit wi...h his tongue. I writhed, cumming on his face, exploding with years of pent-up sexual experiences I didn’t get to have with him, soaking his face with my wet juices. He looked smug now… satisfied that he had made my body writhe in pleasure. But now, it was his turn. He looked at my hungrily, knowing he was about to get his. Gently rolling me. "As he walked back in to the parlour he looked at Pip, him and Zak were lifting Rachel up by the timber pole and securing it, the spare rope now round the timber and her shoulder's holding her firm, Zak made sure her ankles were still tight to her thighs.Her pink naked body was swinging from the beam face to face with Pip, all she kept saying was, "Please don't hurt me," but they weren't listening, she was beautiful, firm full bodied, and only fifteen years old, and she was helplessly at their. Now tell me what are you thinking about?”“What do people think in the middle of the night when they are alone?” I asked.“Failures, relationships, regret, sometimes happy thoughts, and the sexy stuff,” she whispered. I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t flash a smile hearing the sexy stuff. Damn, that’s what I was thinking.“Definitely one of those. You’re accurate.”“Which one?” She asked.“Make your assumption.”“I can make a lot of assumptions.” She sounded excited.“No one’s stopping you.”I was. "YES!" I said. "How?"He smiled, even more. His eyes shone at me, like a midnight pool withmoonlight rippling over it. I saw love and admiration and desire andgenuine pleasure on his face."Before I tell you," he said, "and now that I've seen the real you, yourtrue self, ? would ask that you indulge me for a few more minutes. Iwould love to hear about you. Your story. About how Jessica became tobe. Your feelings, your realizations."I was so comfortable in his presence, my spirit unbridled.