Tracy moved my head from her breasts, her hand now held me firmly. Her eyes flicked across mine, watching me as she now moved her hand up and down my ...ock.Behind me was an old wooden table, my chair was bumping against it in a steady rhythm. Picking Tracy up, I turned around, kicking the chair across the room. I sat Tracy on the table, her hand never left my cock. Now she began moving the head of my cock over her opening, I watched as she gently rubbed her clit with my cock, then she stopped at. From deep inside me I started to chant prayers and spells from the book, my voice soft at first, then echoing inside the cave....holding my Cock in my fist as I pledged my loyalty to Him and begged Him to enter my soul, while invoking His sacred name.The cave suddenly grew dark and I thought I had blacked out. As I was still kneeling at the alter when I heard Him answer me. He wasn't talking in my ears, but in my head and He commanded me to turn around. It was pitch black everywhere in the cave. It was used to transfer people and small cargo.The trip from the Seward took about 45 minutes. During that time, Clyde Kennedy and his partners enjoyed themselves. Laughing and telling stories. After all, they were being set free. Free to return to their previous shady lives.Their only complaint was that they were still in their prisoner robes and restrained. When they said something, it was explained that their property would be returned when they got to the station. Clyde told his friends to. Maybe it was because of the games we'd playedtogether: the handstands, the step-overs, the cartwheels. But it wasmore than that, of course. Watching Eve slide those shiny nylon briefsup Chrissie's legs, I would have given anything to trade places withher: she was so happy, so vibrant, so beautiful.And her Mommy loved her so much."There you go," Eve said, pulling the pants up to Chrissie's waist andreleasing the band with an audible snap, "that's a nice snug fit, isn'tit?"It certainly was. The.