He had held her through the night of their captivity. This was the first time in her life that she had needed major emotional support, and he had been...the most prominent provider of that support. The way she had heard it, he had told her that he was not interested in her 'that' way. How was she supposed to fall asleep to that?Curt had eventually run out of kids to chat with and had slept for a very few hours. Without even an alarm, he was awakened early by the thoughts churning through his. I still continued to play with her pussy, but at the same time, I kissed her. When she kissed me back it was no ordinary kiss. This kiss had true meaning behind it.I have been kissed enough to know the difference between a "thank you" kiss, a "goodnight" kiss, and a kiss that means "I have feelings for you". This kiss wasn't any one of those.This was an "I give myself to you wholly and completely – I surrender to you" kind of kiss. The kind that makes you know the other party is yours totally.. Most probably in her mind the image of her Master was slowly overcoming the other ones (Stockholm syndrome ?), or maybe the despair to be abandoned by her beloveds was driving her to let it go.Then Wisha seized my shoulders and leaded me to climb above her, while her gentle legs were receiving me.It has been so simple, so easy, so natural? I slipped inside her, she was wet and ready, meanwhile her hands were holding me. At the moment of the defloration she threw her head back, emitting a. Down the aisle came four imposing men, their requisite white shirt and slacks uniforms supplemented by well-tailored matching jackets and expensive-looking satin neckties. Rank hath its privileges, I guessed.I suspected they were the true Elders and Mrs. Wilson, being a mere woman, was regarded only as a pathetic but useful wanna be, but maybe I was doing her and the church a disservice. Perhaps without me along she'd have had her place among the Chosen Ones.But somehow I doubted it.Following.