“One moment,” he said, continuing towards the bar. He talked to the bartender then came back with a long-stemmed wine flute and another highball g...ass for her.“The least I can do. Do you mind?” He placed the whiskey in front of her.“Not at all. Strangers bearing gifts are always welcome,” Amanda said, smiling at him. “I just hope you didn’t spike that.”He chuckled softly. “Usually, I don’t have to resort to drugs to find company. I’m not here for a quick escapade.” He sipped his wine, looking. Mmmmmmmm Huhhhhhh smiled Misty as she took my prick into her small hands and began softly stroking it. This I gotta see…. said Lanea as she stuck her hand inside the front of her panties and began rubbing herself. I reached down and began rubbing Mistys pussy through the material of her already damp little-girl panties. Moaning softly, she parted her thin legs slightly and closed her eyes while she rocked her hips back and forth against my fingers. I tried to slip my fingers through the. Her eyes were different: empty, hollow. All that remained in them was the vacant stare of the dead.She saw me, looked into my eyes and she knew that I knew.I know I yelled, know I tried, but it made no difference at all. A young girl, kidnapped from her school by self-serving religious fanatics, tortured, abused and brainwashed. She was little more than a weapon by the time I saw her. Maybe, with time and effort, somebody could have recovered that lost girl, but there was no time.The explosion. Once he is settled, she starts researching more on her new obsession. She takes notes of things she will need for their new lifestyle as she reads. She prompts him to switch after he nurses for about thirty minutes on one breast. As they move, the aroma of her arousal is obvious as well as the damp spot on her panties. He smiles at her knowingly and reaches down to feel her, but she stops him. She looks at him flushed and overcome with emotion. Sarah pulls his face to hers in a passionate kiss.