He continued pinching and pulling my nipple while his other hand delved inside the slit of my dress and cupped my wet pussy. Yes, oh my god yes, I was...wet, very wet. There was no denying that I wanted this man, but I was married and knew it was wrong. Yet, I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since a man had touched me. He stopped fondling my breast and took the clip from my hair, letting my long locks cascade to the middle of my back. His hand tangled in my hair and he pulled my head. ..pagans? And I am expected to join you? To participate in your lascivious rites?” She didn’t answer me right away. She listened intently but regarded me as one might regard some strange specimen of Nature. Was she listening to the meaning of my words or to the unspoken spirit they hid from view? “You silly witch. What are you saying? Your hypocrisy defies belief. I hear the insincerity in your voice even as you ask these questions. You don’t realize what a gift you’ve been given. We are free. Some eggs and toast were quickly plated, and she used the remote to click on the TV, as she sat at the kitchen table, watching idly the Sunday morning news shows. It was then she heard a heavy thunk at the front door, a sound she recognized instantly. The newspaper was delivered by some anonymous paper-person, someone she never had even met, and couldn’t remember seeing. But when it hit the door, there was no mistaking the Sunday paper. It weighed a ton, and hit like a hammer. Dusting her. "These guys are taken, Nora. Those reds will do anything to keep them away from competitors, like us!" Carmen informed her, unnecessarily."But ... my tits! So big! There will be a Man! A Man with a powerrrrrrrful Libido!!" Nora drawled almost as a plea."What, you think that just because your tits are that big, some man is going to just fall out of the sky just to rape you?" Leila scoffed."PLEASE?!" Nora bemoaned in hopeless supplication. "I LIKE IT ROUGH!!!!" she shouted to a hypothetical.