~Turning to the two Westerners he asked, “Did you understand what my daughter suggested?”Nicola thought about what her friend had hinted and felt ... frisson of excitement through her nipples and a dampness between her legs. She shook her head.“She said she has brought you, and your mother, here as birthday gifts to me. Slaves, if you will, to be mine to do to them whatever I please, whenever I please, and wherever I please. What do you think of that idea? Do you want to be my slave?”Nicola just. I started to moan and I moved to lie on my stomach. I closed my eyes as my hand slowly made its way down my stomach towards my warm slit down below. My hand was past my bellybutton when I suddenly got a shock. A simple kiss on the back of the neck from the warmest, softest, and lightest pair of lips I ever had known sent tingling shivers up and down my spine. “Don’t hurt me!” I said but in the back of my mind I knew that I was in no danger.I felt a warm hand on my back and a sweet and giggly. About 45 minutes later, a mass of dark wizards burst forth from the cathedral in two diverse lines, each one giving her a mixture of glances that could easily melt her into a tiny, insignificant puddle. Their speech was archaic, undecipherable while coming out, one sentence clashing with another to form a jumble of sounds and broken verses. Kristine wouldn't have been surprised if several of them came out carrying candles and a bound goat.At the end of the long occult line, appearing like a. "You're curious aren't you? About my sexual past with women?" I nodded, realizing I was unable to speak. "About...trying it, maybe...?" My mouth was so dry my tongue felt like cotton. She leaned in closer to me, looking into my eyes with her beautiful blues. I was drawn towards her, my mouth opening slightly until I felt her lips touch mine. I drew a breath like I was coming alive for the first time. Her tongue tapped my lips gently and I welcomed it in, tickling it with my own. Her hand came.