This night, six years to the day since her capture and enslavement, Denethia sensed she was again at a threshold, a time of change similar to her elev...tion from novitiate to apprentice a year earlier. Outside, in the world now denied her, people laughed and celebrated. Dressed in fanciful costumes, feasting upon sweets, and drinking far more than was good for them, the people beyond the rocky walls of her prison rejoiced in the harvest. The harvest festival was a buffer against the coming. ”“I can’t, sweetheart, it wouldn’t be safe.”“Just a little, please? I just want to feel it for a second, then you can take it out.”“I’d hurt you if I did that.”“No, I’ll tell you if it hurts. Please, I’m aching.”I sat back a little and held Bethany’s hand. Mark looked torn, but eventually pushed his thick cock down to rub the tip between Bethany’s swollen lips. She reacted immediately, squeezing my hand and gripping the sheets with the other. Her back arched like she wanted to push herself onto. It was while waiting that Sam Brownbock sent an out assistant to bring me to him.“Mr. Morrison, it is a pleasure to meet you. The President speaks highly of your background and bravery. I’ve never a met person in such a high office willing to strap on a gun and go save his employees pinned down by terrorists. How is it that you came to be in the middle of that foul up three years ago?”The Vice President was healthy looking, which befits the man who sits a heartbeat away from the Oval Office.. She could see through the windshield and saw they were driving through what she would call a very rich neighborhood.They pulled up to a gate that opened onto a long driveway leading up to a large house. The driver picked up a clicker that was lying on the dash and opened the gate. The young blonde teen sat there horrified as they drove up the long drive and into an open garage. One of the men jumped out as the garage door closed. The driver and the other man helped the young blonde out of the.