." she yelped and then hurried upstairs to the room where she had spent the night. Finding the dreaded blue gown she had stumbled around in recently, ...he tore the sash off and hurried back downstairs."Brun, I'm not very good at sewing, but could you..." and holding out the sash Megan started to cry again. "I'm sorry, it's for Richard..." Of course, my lady, of course..." and Brun helped Megan to a corner where she could begin work on her favor.A dark mood settled over the survivors waiting at. Then unexpectedly. Preoccupied thinking this is unreal, I showed them into my living-room and asked if they wanted something to drink.We all sat down round about the lounge suite with a glass of wine and chatted with each other. Soon I was absent thinking of the purpose with this conversation and in particular what was Micha hinting at earlier,"Do whatever you want!"A quick glimpse at the wine-bottle, it's empty. I got up and went to the kitchen for another bottle.Out in the kitchen, I heard. I would be the perfect little Christian girl for him, and then…then I’d fuck his brains out. God, I really had changed. C’mon Rachel; you’re nothing but an innocent little catholic girl, I thought, at least, pretend to be one for just a few hours. Then when the lights are off and the music is on… “Is that Ghandi?!” I whispered to Lucy, pointing across white-table cloth of the up-scale restaurant we were in. “Yep, that’s him.” Lucy said, turning over her shoulder to see the bald spiritual. I continued to make love to Amanda, and she returned the passion to me. It was a perfect dance. As both of our passion built, our thrust became harder and even more intense. We were no longer kissing. I was braced on my arms above her body. Our stomachs slapped together as my cock sawed back and forth in her tight, wet pussy. “Don’t stop, Jeff, oh god don’t stop!”I didn't stop. I continued to pump in and out, even though I could feel my balls about to erupt. I wanted to please her, I wanted.