Wants to see how good she does look under that baggy soiled gown.Handing all his weapons and armor to his aid he tells the two older women that they m...y leave. The pretty redhead starts to go with them but he tells her she will serve her mistress this night. She looks frightened. She thinks he may force her and she is close to being right. He has no qualms about fucking her right there in front of his new wife but will not. He will enjoy them both though. They are such a wonderful contrast and. One of the few times she left her cubicle was when I dragged her out to lunch, even as she protested that she was too busy.She was a tiny thing, barely over five feet tall, with lustrous, chocolate brown skin and thick, shiny, black, plank-straight hair that cascaded almost to the small of her back – though she rarely wore it loose. She was voluptuous, with an hourglass figure proportionate to her stature. Her body was a schoolboy fantasy, full breasts, a narrow waist with a pleasing swell at. She arrived an hour later and as usual, she was dressed to kill. She wore a tight blouse and black miniskirt. I knew she would be wearing nice lace underwear underneath as she usually did. Most of my models know they are coming just to have pictures of their feet and legs taken so they don’t usually dress up for me, not Kasie. Kasie loved to look top notch for me. I knew she modelled for other people too, but for me she always wore sexy underwear when she modelled her feet for me.She didn’t. And my friend’s murder only worked to harden my position. I like coming to church. It speaks to me. And the worldview you teach resonates. But the idea of a benevolent god, any god, just doesn’t fit what I see in the world.”Father Basil sighed, “I know it’s hard to see past the death that has surrounded you, but don’t lose yourself in despair about death and dying.”“Like my friend Abbie?” I said with a small smile.“That is an overreaction to the problem of death and dying, though you indicated.