She sounded like a little girl. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears."She'll survive," I lied. "She's strong. Her body's young."I crawled out of the tent ...nto the noon sun. Tears rolled down my eyes. I stumbled to the river bank and followed it upstream. This was all my fault. I never should have let Rex, Reina, and Queenie come along. I knew the trip was too dangerous. My sister-in-law was going to die.My knees sagged and I sank to the rocky bank as I cried. I hugged my knees, rocking back and. Erik could be the meek Servant all day, but there was a time for servitude, and a time for command.Walking to the nearest wall, he pressed Amina’s back against the stone in between two bookshelves, and she gasped at the cool surface against her skin. The gasp was swallowed by a passionate cry as Erik dipped his hips down and back up again, sliding effortlessly into the warm, slick confines of her sweet pussy.Erik was now convinced that there was nothing else that compared to making love to a. He leans into my neck and kisses and nibbles on my neck and earlobe and tells me he knows what I want. By now all I can do it moan as I grab his shoulders to hold myself upright as the more he kisses and nibbles my neck the more electric currents I feel shooting down to my pussy making me weak and wanting more. His hand moves around and he cups my pussy in his hand. He fingers my clit and slides first one, then two and finally three fingers in and out of my pussy. He then tells me if I want it. They also continued to watch him very intently, as if making sure that he didn’t steal anything. He wondered how the refugees felt having to live under that kind of scrutiny all of the time. He’d find out soon enough!He went through a couple of the folders very carefully. The paperwork was very complete. It was almost too perfect. He frowned wondering if the information it contained was fiction.He flipped to the back of the package where the initial interview notes were located. There were.