She had courted me, convinced me through a dozen conversations with our intertwined bodies cuddled beneath the furs. Our love had been hidden, forbidd...n, so deserving of damnation that when at long last the contract came it seemed so piddling against our love.Then, before… oh there were weeks we secreted away from all the shame of society, stolen moments that truly made me believe that any circle of hell was worth her affection, no matter how couched in control. And still that idea remained,. I rose from my chair and walked towards them, reached in and slid my daughters blood stained panties own her long legs, they were kissing deeply on the mouth, his fingers buried deep inside her, she was grinding helplessly against them, trying to make frictional contact with her swollen clitoris, but he was keeping her on edge, until I reached in and released his swollen pleasure organ, peeling his foreskin back and wanking him until he started grunting.Now he was sliding on top of her, and she. ” He untied the piece of leather holding my braid together. My hair fell loosely around my shoulders and down my back in long waves. “Much better.” He slowly ran his fingers through my hair. Oh, how I relished the feeling of his hand touching me. “Master Simon…” I stuttered. I longed for this, yearned for it. My body ached for his touch. He pressed a finger to my lips, his eyes looking into mine. “I was given free rein on my day.” He smiled and moved his finger, slowly caressing my cheek.. But she was absolutely amazed at how good she actually looked wearingthese baggy clothes. She struck an exotic pose in the mirror, thenpulled the sweatshirt tight, so that her breasts stuck out prominentlyfrom underneath. She smiled at herself. "Looking good, babe." shewhispered."How are you feeling today, Miss Jefferson?" asked the doctor as heentered and saw her posing in front of the mirror."I feel utterly fantastic, Dr. Rikkers." Placing her hands on herhips, she turned to face him,. .