Miss Fanshawe she was becoming distressed now, “He forced his, his, his thing inside me!” she blurted outIt didn’t seem possible, my Geoffrey, ...eemingly hard put to say Boo to a goose.“Very well,” I agreed, In the event that this is so, what do you seek?” I queried.“Why an offer of Marriage,” she insisted.“I see little difficulty on that score,” I chuckled, “If he won’t marry you I will!”She stood, took two paces forward and slapped me hard across my face, “It is no joking matter.” she. "I know, I know," John said. "But there's nothing I want from you. Nothing that will get you out of this, at any rate. All I want is your body. I want a slave that will bend to my every whim. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you go when I'm happy. You're not the first one, and you won't be the last." Eventually, John would take off the blindfold and maybe take off the gag. He liked seeing the terror and pain (and maybe, eventually, unwilling pleasure) in his boy's eyes, and he liked to hear them. We had been seeing each other and fucking for about two weeks. Two weeks in which there can be no doubt, I was getting the best sex of my life. Sam was confident, forward and unashamed of her sexuality. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it.I still didn’t know how old she was. I’m guessing late forties or very early fifties. We had met at our local gym and swimming pool where we both used to work out or use the pool. We were both working at getting fitter and getting into shape and we. “The second one is the Lamentations, which is Matins for tomorrow morning.”“Then why do it tonight?” Kara asked.“According to Andrei, all the services this week are celebrated ‘by anticipation’. So the Bridegroom Matins services that are done Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday are done in the evening instead of the next morning.”“Why?” Jessica asked.“Andrei didn’t know. We could always ask Father Basil.”“Let’s go in!” Kara said.We walked into the small church building which was dimly lit, with most of.