Sandrine was on her weekly visit to Mass at the nearest Catholic church, the one she knew remained open until late on Wednesday nights. She kept her C...tholicism quiet. She’d been baptized in the Church on Martinique as an infant and had received some instruction from the priests and from her owner. Her faith had been shattered by the loss of her baby and whatever churchgoing survived her loss of faith had lapsed when she was taken from Martinique and sold to Amélie’s father not long after she’d. Both? N... no," replied the boy. He seemed pretty nervous. Well, Cindy could understand that! Looking at Tina gave her butterflies in her stomach. "Just Cindy."Cindy looked at the boy and paled. For her? With Tina sitting right across the table? Was this guy blind? Then she understood: He was too afraid to ask Tina, even though she really couldn't refuse.Then she realized she couldn't refuse either. She looked at the boy and nodded."I'd like to see between your legs," he said. "Could you sit on. This is just a big step for me. I trust you, it’s me I’m worried about.’ ‘Don’t think you can resist this hunky bod huh?’ Adele threw a pillow at Zack, ‘Just hurry up and get into bed before I change my mind and banish you forever.’ Zack slipped under the covers and lay beside Adele, he could feel her shivering and grew concerned. ‘Sweetie, maybe this isn’t a good idea.’ ‘Zack it was my idea and I’m not changing my mind now.’ Adele slipped her hand into his and sighed. Zack squeezed her. "I did know. I reached to her waist and wrapped my fingers around the elastic of her thong. Before I pulled down, I looked up to Grace once more. She smiled and nodded approval.Slowly, I pulled down and kept looking down until I had the thong at her feet. She had lovely feet. Long painted pink toes on rather short feet, they were so tanned like the rest of her. It occurred to me Grace obviously visited the tanning bed. In her profession, I could understand. Then the thought hit me about her.