” And let me tell you, it’s not only bombs she has that effect on.She wipes pearls of sweat off her forehead before doing a 180°-handbrake-dirt-c...oud drift, parking up in front of an abandoned factory building. She springs out of the vehicle leaving the engine and the blue lights on, shaking her long blonde curls out of her beret, while I get the bomb suits from the storage compartment.“I let you take charge,” she announces. “I’ll be no2. Whatever we’ll find in there, I’m sure you can handle. She opened her Bible at random, and found herself reading the 'Song of Solomon'. For the first time in her life she really saw the erotic nature of this Psalm. She had to stop reading, she was starting to get wet. She buried her head in her hands and started to sob almost hysterically. In only two weeks she had gone from a devout young Christian virgin to an unholy sacrificial victim, having her virginity sacrificed in some perverted pagan ceremony.Martha paced around the small room in her. Jess looked up and begged "let me have your baby; please Master. Do not refuse me" she said with tears in her eyes and all three of my slave wives looked at me with eyes that said accept her please. "Come to me slave Jess" was all I said and she smiled and rose, standing in front of me and I cupped her full breasts, fondling my slavegirl. Her breasts were full, high and tight as only a teenaged big breasted beauty could be, firm to my touch, and the skin on her boobs smooth and perfect, nipples. She stood back and seemed to like what she saw. “Cute,” she commented, smiling. I kicked off my boots and she continued to unravel my tights down my legs. I went to slip off my skirt but she stopped me. “Uh uh,” she said, almost breathless. “Leave that on, it’s hot!” She then opened her shirt to reveal a white lace bra, and removed the rest of her clothes to show her black panties underneath. “You’re so fucking hot,” I told her honestly. We continued to hold each other close, kissing.