He made love to her, and then he fucked her. Master Edwin took her, not unkindly, but took her he did. His hands were firm and knowing as he drove his...cock deep into her welcoming wet slit. He was insistent, confident, and while he was not cruel, he was aggressive and took her as he pleased. Silmaria greedily accepted all he had to give. She relished every bit of it, drank in his attention and affection and lust and the way his thick length filled her clutching pussy over and over. She returned. Despite being tired from the late night with her newfound God. He was all she could think about. The few questions she did ask him only made him more of a myth in her mind. She knew rationally he was just a man. But still he had the power of life and death. He had read her own fantasy and corrected her to the reality of the torture. And yet she still craved it…no, needed it. She had confessed to him. Told him that she wanted to prove to herself that she could withstand any level of torture. I tried to close the bedroom before getting inside.But it was too late. She pushed the door with full power which led me to fall on the bed. She followed and got on top of me, then playfully she tried to pinch my left and right nipples. As I have a fit body, she got hold of my nipples a few times. She was not stopping it and I didn’t know what to do.Again I thought of doing the same action to her. I squeezed both her boobs with my hands and tried to push her. But she didn’t move a bit and. "Hana dear, could you please translate something for all of us. I'll stop every now and then to make it easier."She nodded to me and I picked up my laptop and connected my portable recorder to it. Soon I was able to adjust the level of the male voice speaking Arabic. I could see Hana stiffen immediately. I looked at her before speaking in Arabic."Is that him?" Yes, he was the first - and the leader." I'm certain that he will not bother you – or anyone - any more. Not ever!"The relief and joy in.