Turning to face me, Celeste pressed her palm against my cheek and softly kissed me, letting me taste her lips for the briefest of seconds. “Make lov... to me, Brad. Please. Make me feel alive.”Taking my hand in hers, she slid it inside the shirt and around one of her breasts. The night we’d spent together flashed across my mind again, and I knew I didn’t want a repeat of that particular morning-after.“Are you sure?” I asked.She frowned. “It’s not catching, you know.” I laughed with her at. It doesn’t have to be to go to the mirage garden. I can restore Kevin to you.”“But I don’t want him back. I want Sophia.”“Your lesbian acolyte? Sworn to Saphique? Well, she won’t be for much longer. If my Lord and Husband hasn’t already rammed his cock into her, he will. She’ll be his whore. She’ll forget all about you and Saphique. She’ll live and die in the Mirage Garden, her every thought bent on pleasuring him.”“Like your every thought.”Saniyya shuddered. “Yes. He bent me to his. "Oh yes, she was mucho Linda as far as I was concerned. Fortunately the counter behind which I stood kept Peter The Great from announcing the same thing, which he was silently screaming behind the zipper where I keep him at bay."May I help you?" Our eyes continued to converse, but I was still unable to get hers to switch to the subject that I had in mind. Oh Linda, if you walk out of this store without a visit to my back room, I'm going to have to go back there and take care of Peter The Great. But he never said he dreamed it would be this rough or forceful.She started to ask, and immediately the hand on her neck moved to shove her upper body down on the counter, his hand pushing her face flat against the cool, hard granite. Simultaneously, he shoved two fingers into her pussy that was surprisingly lubricated.He removed his fingers from her wet pussy, only long enough to grab the knife from her hand. He cut each side of her panties and ripped them away, tossing them to the side, and.