He removed my shorts completely, sliding one finger into me. I moaned louder, feeling him move it in and out at a slow pace.I felt as his finger curle... up, searching for what I have only heard of before, and I could see him getting flustered as he continued to try and find it and failed. “Mikey, it’s okay if you don’t—oh!!” I gasped, curling my fingers into his soft blond hair.I saw him smirk as he brought his lips to mine, in a slow, lazy kiss. I could feel the pleasure building and knew I. Maybe in a woman less sexually promiscuous and less indiscriminate she might have accepted the offer. Perhaps a woman's nipple would bestow again the comfort that her own mother's had provided when she was a suckling babe in arms. But she didn't want to give Phillippa ideas as to her affection toward her that she might regret later. She valued her friendship with her British friend too much to allow it to become something that would never work and for which she had no interest in pursuing.Would. So you’re going to have to start talking soon or we’ll need to find other ways to get the information from you.’ His tone turned colder and threatening, she tried to turn her head away but he held her tightly by her jaw and looked hard into her eyes. ‘You’re wrong I won’t help you, you can’t do anything to me you’re federal agents for god’s sake, I know you’re threats are empty.’ With that Jack re-entered the van. ‘What’s she said?’ ‘Nothing she refuses to help us.’ He leaned to Jack and. Her nudity intimated Tracey and Emily seemed to realise this and played to it. Despite the fact that she was a slave Emily had a haughty air about her, a superior way and Tracey found herself feeling more and more submissive to her.The first night Tracey had thought long and hard about where Emily should sleep and in the end decided that the foot of her bed was the best place. She could sleep horizontally across the bottom of the bed while Tracey would try not to poke her with her feet. Again.