She . . . ,’ The woman’s hand rose slowly to hover beside Julia’s cheek, fingers gently fluttering. Julia took a careful step back. The woman se...med to have lost the thread of her thought for a moment, then her head tilted back, ‘Musst obey Herrr . . . . Help. Please.’ Julia’s elegant eyebrows knit, ‘Help? Have you been . . .?’ Julia bit her lip. Her thoughts seemed confused suddenly, a new scent disrupting them, insinuating itself underneath the pine. The scent reminded her of . . . Julia. “And you, is this what you want,” Sarah teases as she sits alongside Fifty on the bench seat and wraps her hand around his very thick and now very erect cock. “Enjoy baby,” she smiles as I masturbate while watching her hand bringing Fifty’s incredibly thick cock to orgasm while he is blowing Twenty-five.On the following Sunday Sarah has invited Fifty for a return visit with Karen as our special guest. I heard Sarah on the phone during the week telling Karen about Fifty. “He has the thickest. Gemma gave a nod of acknowledgment. In return she gave him her own name."Gemma." Gavin repeated her name, "Gemma. Exotic. I like that." Gemma felt her cheeks grow warm from his compliment. She returned her focus back on the man before her, taking in the features of his face. Gradually, she looked over the rest of Gavin. Just enough, so as not to appear rude. He was well groomed, and had a very pleasant way about him. Yet, below his decent guy exterior Gemma could sense something more. If you. She didn’t sound spiteful. Just resigned.“Why do you say that?” Janie asked. Then she realized. Bella was N’madi.“Because I’ve lived it,” Bella said. “My mother lost her entire family when she was a child during the Witch Purges. The Magistrate Inquisitors put her in a Truthtelling when she was only nine years old, and I still don’t know how she managed to avoid being burned alive. She never talks about it. What I do know is that the N’madi who survived had to band together, form new families,.