‘Even so, my lady. There are two more. They are strong in their faith. It shines from them, even as from you and my lord the high priest. If permiss...on is granted for the Christians to stay, it is said these two will form the beginnings of their church in our land. They are young and pious. Brother Paul and Sister Angela are their names.’ Ariana looked up sharply, ‘Sister Angela? The Christians send a woman with their embassy?’ ‘Yes, my lady.’ Ariana frowned. ‘This is odd. Women count for. I have never touched a child;ever. Sure every guys fantasizes about younger girls, sixteen or seventeen admittedly(fourteen and fifteen in private) but I had never ever taken action on my thoughts until this girl walked into my library. And who could resist? I feel that any man would have done the same, and argued the same case I am right now.She had seemed to glide through the library doors, slender frame swaying her hips from side to side. That was what caught my attention first-Such an. She had a strange, determined look on her face, and tears in her eyes. She'd been up and down since the holiday, happy one minute, morose the next. Morocco appeared to have done me much more good than it had her. I wondered whether I should wheedle the problem out of her. It was a matter of finding the right moment. Too soon and she'd clam up for longer, too long, and she could become resentful and tell me I wasn't paying her enough attention. She beat me to a decision."Jill ... I don't know. "Now stroke it," he said, as he placed my hand on his hard cock. I wrapped my little girl hand around it, making a fist as his hand was now over mine, stroking it up and down, slowly. I was wondering about the friction of my hand, and if it felt good to him. I was also wondering why he was helping me. Was I was holding it correctly? Was my hand too small? Was I doing a good job?All this was new to me, as I continued to be in a state of shock and awe. It was so unexpected for me that I would.