And Tim hopes, for Abbie too.oOoAbbie saw Tim’s message as the train rumbled down the tracks to London. The comment about Tim waiting for her in hi... arms again stirred something in her. No one has ever talked that way with her before. Tim being so forward about his feelings for her. This rush runs through her, and she knows the precum is dripping. She calms herself enough to reply to Tim, “Oh baby, I hope to be there soon, too, it will just depend on what happens in the meeting I have. "Justine... let the pain in... let it flower in your breasts... don't fight it... ride it," she said, soothingly. The clamps were starting to bite. I whimpered. Her voice was like honey, her spell started to lap at my senses. The pain grew and grew, but with it came something else, just hinting at first. Pleasure. Such pleasure... "Ohhh... Lucy..." Keep looking into my eyes my darling." Yesss..."She let go of the clamps and I let out a long wail as the agony intensified beyond reason. And with. Was that a compliment? I raise my head and smell the air. I listen to his breathing. I see him, his shape, his aura, his soul. He is sweet and strong with the body of a dancer. He is so unlike any other man I have ever met, but he thinks that I'm just a child. Oh how I wish I could let him know that in this body is a woman who longs for him. “It's ok if you don't want to.” “Ok.” I say softly. My voice sounds weak. I'm weak. “Great! Just come over here and I'll help you up onto. "That's hard to answer. I suppose it's 'yes and no'. Yes, it bothers me. You are a very attractive woman, becoming more so both physically and personality wise, and my profession frowns on ... um ... promiscuous relationships, so yes, I can't just throw you on the bed to have sex with you." But you want to?" Yes ... sort of. But on the other hand, nudity as nudity doesn't bother me at all. What bothers me more is slavery. The Bible doesn't exactly condemn slavery – it was a fact of life back.